My first two girls had wavy, hard-to-tame hair that sprouted in sprigs from their tangled ponytails. My third girl, however, has a poker straight mop and it’s so different to deal with than the others was. Her hair was always in her face and I finally decided to just get some bangs cut for her instead of trying fight her to pin it back. The hairdresser I usually take the girls to was booked solid, but she offered a spot with her assistant. I hesitantly took the appointment, then reasoned, “It’s kids’ bangs. How hard can it be?”
Well, she butchered them. Brinley actually sat very still while she was trimming, but yeah, it’s bad.
Her new nickname is Lloyd.
Good thing she’s cute. And it is nice to see her eyes again.
Next time I’ll just let my husband trim her bangs with some gardening shears since I think he’d probably do a better job.