She’d had hair cuts when she was really little at the children’s hair place with the TVs at every station, but it had literally been probably seven years. I always just cut it myself on the back patio.
She only wants her hair cut about twice a year anyway, and the rest of the time she pretty much says she’s “growing it out”. But she came home from swim practice one day a few weeks ago and said she wanted to cut a few inches off. Right then, please.
Having been down that road before, where I cut her hair immediately after she made her request, only to find her in the throes of regret two hours later, I told her she had to wait at least 48 hours to make the decision.
And then I decided it was time to get her hair cut at a real salon, because we’re at the point with her where a bad haircut can wreck her life. And I don’t need that kind of thing on my head.
So we made an appointment at my salon, waited three or four days so B could be sure she REALLY wanted a hair cut, and off we went!