Blueberry and I had a lovely date today. It started like this
It then progressed to this
culminating in this.
I confess that I was a bit worried going in because of the Dorothy Hamill debacle of '78 when I got my long, wavy locks cut short to mimic said Olympic ice skater (you'll note I was two years behind the trend) and ended up looking like a cross between Mr. Kotter and a very anachronistic Huey Lewis.
Here's a pictorial re-cap.
I started out looking like this.
My goal was to look like this.
I ended up looking more like this
combined with this.
The effect on my particular head being this
(And that was after blow-drying it straight
for a good hour for picture day.)
My youngest, however, either scored some recessive hair genes OR she hasn't reached the awkward hair age yet (I was 10) OR her hairdresser was a wiz with the blow dryer today. We shall find out after her first wash.
In any event, she turned out as cute as a circa 1930's button and ended our afternoon with a big hug, kiss, and "Thank you Mamma for our date". I swoon. I really do. I just love getting one-on-one time with my babies.