How cute are my little ragamuffins?
Gramma took this picture while they stayed with her this weekend and the husband and I had a romantic Valentine's weekend in which I stayed in bed most of the time sick with the plague. Nothing says romance like snot, coughing and cold sweats.
While the girls look adorable, it made me realize how we all need some hair tending. This weekend, all three of us are getting our hair cut. This will be Gizmo's first trip to the salon. Peanut says she wants her hair cut short but I'm not sure she knows exactly what that means. Gizmo is just going to get some evening out. I'm letting her bangs grow out because I refuse to let the girls have bangs after childhood traumas that involved too short bangs.
I've been getting my hair cut by the same woman since I was 8 years old (she wasn't responsible for the bangs. The problem usually resulted after an at-home trim session.) She has cut three generations of our family's hair - my mom, my sister and me, and now our kids. I drive an hour just to go see her because I don't trust anyone else.
Right after I had Peanut, I chopped my hair off. Exhibit A:
After Gizmo, I decided to let it grow out and then donate when I decide to cut it. Exhibit B:
I think I have enough to donate without cutting all my hair off but I'm not sure I want to do it yet. The husband loves my hair long while my mom keeps telling me it is my hair and I can do whatever I want with it. I just don't know what I want, except low maintenance.
I'm thinking of either staying long and adding bangs (are bangs still cool?):
Or cutting it off a la this: