This morning, I got my hair cut. my first haircut ever. As you can see from the first photo, I desperately needed it but it was hard to decide to let go of my luscious glowing golden locks.
We did not tell anyone, other than Trinity, about the haircut plan. The barber even asked what does dad think of the first haircut. We sent my dad a text message minutes before we left the house to tell him. Apparently, dads frequently object to haircuts. My mom probably could have easily been talked out of doing this.
After much research, we had determined that Margo was the barber to visit. Not only does she have a shelf full of bulldozers and backhoes etc, but her salon is conveniently located next to a gelato shop. (Yes, she has a tv in the salon, as you will see in the background of the first photo but she did NOT turn it on while I was there.) We arrived early so I had time to play and get comfortable. Trinity came with us to help out if needed.
I fared much better than anyone expected. I climbed right up into the barber chair and sat so patiently. I was quite serious, but not at all unhappy, though. Margo worked her magic in mere minutes . . . much like Edward Scissorhands chopping up hedges. Then she presented me with a certificate and locks of my hair. Before I knew it, it was time for gelato.
Now I look a bit more like a redhead again. I love looking at myself in the mirror today.
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