Each and every one of us are on a journey. We are discovering how to take the pen and actually take control of the authorship of this great story. Some chapters are more difficult to write than others, but each chapter has a purpose. Join me as I discover my purpose and perhaps along the way I can help you find yours as well.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Quasi-Haircut
I cut her bangs. They were jagged and wispy. I cut her bangs. And guess what, 3 times after that she has STILL BEEN MISTAKEN FOR A BOY. I left the curls in the back. I dress her in pinks and purples and reds and yellows. I need to shape the rest of her growth, but I am afraid to touch it for fear she will always be mistaken for a boy until I have a french braid reaching her hiney. I cut her bangs. I am not sorry I did so, but I am sorry she still gets mistaken. I will post a picture this weekend. To me she just looks more defined, not grown up, just defined. I know, I'm goofy. You all love me.
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2 comments:
I had earrings in BOTH ears and was still mistaken for a boy even when I was five!!!
Hey.. can you send me your email address? Kristen knows mine. :-)
Debbie C
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