However, I am mourning our resident little person's decision to say goodbye to her Crystal Gayle-like hair. Unlike Crystal's hair, it wasn't long enough to sit on, but it was still a lengthy ways down her back. Her long hair has been the epitome of little girl girlyness to me for, well...ever. Annelise had been begging for a haircut for months and her pleas had always fallen on deaf ears.
Until Friday evening.
Maybe it was a combination of her pleas, me noticing how scruffy and dry the lower half of her hair was, along with being slightly weary of brushing through her tangly rat's nest several times a day, that convinced me a change was in order. She wanted above her shoulders, I wanted well below her shoulders. Before I knew it though, this was really happening...
Don't it make my brown eyes blue?
Yes. Except my eyes are green.
Annelise thought it was all over and she loved it just the way it was, grinning from ear to ear in the mirror at her new, yet quite uneven self.
Thankfully the lady convinced her she wasn't quite finished and she would like it even more once it was shaped up.A few more snips here and there and instead of my long pony-tailed six year old, I was staring at a different child. One who looked instantly older. Who was this little girl?
Another deep breath.
She was beside herself with pure new hair-do joy! For the next few hours (until she fell asleep really) she was checking her new look in the mirror--or any reflective surface--and was mighty pleased with the results. And she woke up the next morning still enthusiastically in love with her haircut.
She's familiar, yet different.
Don't it make my brown (green) eyes blue?
Whoever she is, she looks so much older, way more mature.