Yesterday we were having a pleasant time with a leisurely morning. My daughter said to me, "Mom cut my hair". I said "All right", assuming I would be trimming her long locks.
Locks of Love. (Locks of Love is an organization the takes the hair you donate... at least 10" and helps disadvantaged children suffering from hair loss. It is a very worthy cause.)
Some way she had pulled it up, she ended up with a small section of 1" hair at a cow lick at the very top. There were uneven areas all over. (We did not get a picture of this, must have been the shock.) She looked at herself in the mirror with bewilderment and said "The last time we did it, it just fell in nicely around my head. Can you even it out?" "Nope", says I "not even. Do you have a hair dresser you can call?' She was disappointed, but called and they said come on in.
The girls and I went for a drive while she was in the salon. We all clapped when she came out in a very flattering style. They didn't even try and deal with the 1" section but layered the hair.
When we arrived home, I told my daughter, if she was bored, I could think of a lot better ways to pass the time while waiting for the baby to come. ; )
All is well that ends well.