I avoided it at long as possible, but it was time.
Ashley needed a trim.
About a year ago I snipped close to 3'' off of the ends and for some reason, it made me all anxious and even a little sad.
Let's face it; Midget's got luscious locks. Scissors don't belong anywhere near them!
But it was *time*.
I tried to recruit Mom and even Kathy to do the dirty little deed, but neither one seemed all that anxious to go all Edward Scissors Hands, so I made Ash an appointment with my hair dresser. We made a girls afternoon of it, which was probably more for my benefit than for hers.
But does that even matter? :)
After was all said and done, I think Julie took about an inch off of the bottom. I can certainly tell it's gone, but most people can't.
What can I say? I've spent a lot of time tending to her golden maine.
She was so proud to get to sit in the adult chair, wear a cape and afterward Julie even treated her to pink sparkles in her hair.
You just can't go wrong with sparkles.
There's no denying Ashley is growing up. Seriously, where did our little Midget go?
Ready to do this thing!
Can you tell?
Never, under any circumstance, serve a ham sandwich with lemonade, followed by a decadent cupcake, topped with a hot chocolate. Apparently such combinations are a sure-fire recipe for a major upset tummy roughly 17 minutes post consumption.
Take it from me, folks.
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