Randi has been bugging me for a few weeks now to get her hair cut. We have talked and dreamed of how it should be cut. Jokingly I told her I thought it should be only a couple inches on one side tapering to a long 8 or 9 inches on the other. She wasn't to happy with that. So I came up with another idea! Short, again only a couple of inches, in the back and longer in the front. That was it! She stuck to that style of haircut and begged to go to the salon every time she got a chance.
Finally, last Saturday morning, after a lot of tears while trying to brush the knots out, we talked Dad into the idea. When we walked in, we knew exactly what we were going to tell the stylist, and were hoping she could see the vision of what was needed in this little girls life without getting scared. But, as I started telling her what we wanted, Randi pointed to the hairstylist sitting just to the side of her and said "That is what I want!". The poor stylist got a scared look on her face when both Randi and I started getting excited that it could/would be that short. It only took her seconds to look over at the stylist and ask her to take over.
We were lucky! The stylist did a fantastic job!
But... she didn't look as good as the stylist looked... what was missing? Oh yea! The big BLOND spot.
hummmm now what? With many people waiting for the stylist to get to them, we chose to leave and come back in an hour! Yep, we were taking the plunge! Two hours later we got....
Then had a great lunch at Appleby's! What a fun girls day out!
