The Thursday before our Cape Cod sojourn, Mr. M, our stylist, came to the house for some vacation trims.
And I decided to chop Bun’s hair off.
I had thought that DearDR would kill me — I think I’ve mentioned that I had promised him our girls would have long hair.
But Bun’s hair was this indeterminate length, and it was always in her face.
So I asked Mr. M to do a chin-length bob.
And honestly, it really suits Bun’s style. It seems weird to say that about a 2-year-old, but it’s true.
It’s short and sassy, just like her.
Now I would dearly love to do that to Monkey’s hair, too. But DearDR has ruled a firm “NO” on that, and he would kill me if I decided to do it on my own.
So I guess I’ll just have more pictures like this to show off.
I had meant to post about this — Bun’s hair — and about the loss of my own hair heroine before we left for vacation. It all was related somehow. Anyhoo, Farrah Fawcett was the shining example of beauty when I was a little girl. And when I grew up, she became an example of courage and bravery, and the willingness to fight in the face of pain. RIP, Farrah.