my oldest child has been growing out her hair for the past two years and it finally got to the point where it was driving her nearly insane. i knew how she was feeling since i hadn't gotten my hair cut either for the same amount of time.
about a year ago, i convinced my oldest to not cut her hair and to grow it out so we could donate it to locks of love. when i explained what this organization did, she agreed that she wanted to do it with me.
so last week, we finally made it to the hair stylist:
once everything was said and done, she only had eight inches.
so locks of love was out. they need ten inches.
and in came beautiful lengths. they only need eight inches. so the cutting began:
and i think her expression says it all:
i'm just glad i'm not one of those kookie people that uses hair to stuff pillows or knit sweaters with. i'm kookie...
just not THAT kookie.