But the situation called for it.Â
I cut Angel’s hair. Yes, I did it myself…and no, I don’t think it looks horrible. There’s a few uneven portions, but that’s what happens when you have a 2.75 year old that has NEVER sat still, not even to feed. So, anyway…
When I had girls I imagined I would never, EVER cut their hair. I would let it grow and grow and it would be long and beautiful and I would style it and life would be joyful. I never imagined I’d end up with this:
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A ratty, tangly mess that is a pain to brush out. It used to be beautiful curls and then she started going nuts when she slept on her back and the curls became dreds. Now that she’s almost three it’s just dried out, ragged, and horribly tangled.  It’s also thinning, and unstylable, and hangs in her face constantly – with no ability to pull it back (too thin).
So, after much internal struggle I finally accepted the inevitable and pulled out the scissors. In the end she looks like this (ignore the red marks – she’s been tearing apart her nose and has severely chapped lips) –
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I’m pleased enough with it. I may have to fine tune it later on tonight…but at least it’s out of her face (I gave her bangs, oy) and it’s holding hints of her curl again.
You did a nice job, and her hair looks as cute as ever.
BTW Comment Love never works for me here.