I think I've mentioned before that my kid is made out of hair.
(Yes, I recognize the irony.)
She has been talking about cutting a lot of it off, and yesterday I took her downtown to do just that.
It was tough getting pictures to show you, because the girl hates 99% of all the photos ever taken of her. Yes, this does make me crazy. Eventually she agreed to a few.
Here she is, outside the salon.
The floor around her chair after the cut.
And after - here's a picture of her with our friend and stylist, Jen.
It's not a great picture of her hair, but it's all I've got for now.
Her first text to me this morning?
I feel like Rapunzel at the very end of Tangled.