The weapon of choice.
Evidence gathered from a crime scene.
Close up! ‘Waaaaah!’ cries Mom.
The perpetrator is caught and taken in for a mug shot.
Then whisked away to the cheapest hair cut place I could still find open. I guess I got what I paid for - a cheap cut.
Sadly, the stylist spoke very little English and even after I kindly held up my hands to Hope’s hair (three times) trying to show her how short I would prefer the hair cut (to hide the evidence of a crime). Well let’s just say I finally gave up trying to communicate and brought
the culprit Hope home. And here’s the uneven mess the hairdresser left me with.
Are you kidding me?
How uneven can you get? So seeing that I had no extra money to go find someone to cut it right. Well let’s just say Hope had to pray hard I wouldn’t mess it up even more as I tried to fix the extra mess the hair dresser made. So, here’s my attempt at a fix.
And the front, which I must mention in my defense, is much fluffier when dry.
Dang, I miss her hair.
Snapped this picture the same day she whacked it all off. Well at least it will grow. Meanwhile the scissors are under lock and key along with the permanent markers. I think it turned out as okay as any inexperienced, untrained person could have cut it. And I have to say it matches her sassy personality quite well.
I think she chopped it off because big sis Princess recently got a shorter do. Princess has a nasty habit of chewing on her hair when concentrating. That and I could just see her gnawing on it at school so she got a cropped look too. But I’m missing both my girls hair.
The other hack and whack we attempted today was for a National Day of Service to commemorate the Anniversary of Sept. 11th. No we didn’t whack or hack anyone. We, along with thousand of others in our area participated in service projects all over the community. We ended up helping out weed a garden for a local non-profit organization Camp Korey. Sadly, I forgot the memory card to my camera. The whole family went and weeded for 4 hours. Let me say, the time flew by and I have to say pulling weeds is much more fun when there’s lot’s of people helping out.
The spirit of whacking was preserved long after we went back home. We decided to attempt to fight the jungle out back. We mowed down weeds taller than myself and have now started laying out plastic to kill them off so we can till up the ground next spring. I want my garden back.
Weed hacking I can handle. Let’s just hope the hair hacking has come to an end.