I don't want to give the impression that I rewarded Maya's self-trim. The scissors in question will remain in time out until next week, and I've given her an in-depth review of what is and is not okay to cut.
That said, we made quiet the event out of her new hair cut. The girls and I dressed up for a morning out, and headed to Aveda... where apparently they had failed to tell us the stylist was out sick. A small snag, that nearly caused a big tantrum.
Thankfully, Ficocello's was open, and vacant. Perhaps the recession/depression/general-economic-terror has dissuaded people from getting overpriced hair cuts.
Not us! In we went with half a head of blond fluff that needed some serious attention.
We didn't have to wait long, thankfully. All of the display bottles of high end nail polish and hair goo were nearly as tempting as the glossy magazines on the table.
With all the bravado of the Cowardly Lion in the Wizard of Oz, Maya was washed, cut, primped, and set free into the world, a horse of a different color altogether.
Unfortunately, by the time we got to lunch her hat (necessary in this morning's 2 degree weather) trampled the curly cuteness that makes the hairdo really work, but I'll get better pictures later.
As you can see, we were ladies of leisure today, spa-ing and dining... later we'll do some entertaining. We're living the high life!
Gems worth Re-Reading
About Growing Baby Doing Good Together Elliot Rose Family Rituals Fie Flora and Fauna For the Love of Learning Greenish In My Opinion Just for Laughs Just for Me Making Tinkles Maya Mindfulness Mmm... So Tastey NaNoWriMo News of the Day Noveling Photo Friday Sewing Sisterly Love Sweet Dreams The Chicken Ladies the end Tonsils We like to Move It Move It Wonderment