Katrina got her hair cut yesterday, and she wanted it short. Shorter than she’s ever had it, if I recall correctly. And suddenly, there she was, all grown up.
Well, if you disregard the cute monkeys on her nightgown. This was after she washed and I blow-dried it. You know that advice that hairdressers give? “I layered it just a little bit on the ends so that it will curl under. Just blow dry it using a round brush, and it will go under.” That NEVER works for me. My hair has just enough of a mind of its own that it flips up on one side no matter what. I was beginning to think that the “blow-dry with a round brush” thing was a hoax perpetrated on innocent salon customers by deceptive hairdressers. BUT look at this!
Curled under with a round brush! Once again, it’s just me.
Also? Annika finally got her new glasses. We picked them up on Sunday. On Tuesday, I took them back in because Annika had already bent them. They were fixable, though, and she’s actually tolerating them a bit better than the last pair. Fingers crossed.
The plus side is, no matter what she’s doing, it all looks very important.
