And you would think that an old pro like me would've had all those darn scissors gathered from every nook and cranny of the house, stuck them in a large tin box and buried in a deep hole in the back yard. Because I like them that much.
And because I have had previous little ones (can you say CAMILLE?) give themselves" bold new haircuts" just because they could, you would think that I would be better at keeping those darn little things up out of the reach of busy hands. But for some reason, one rebellious pair of scissors always seems to escape me, and there you have it....the Home Haircut.
|This side seems to have gotten the most attention.|
In this instance, Quinn is the victim of a misguided and mischievious 4 year old boy, but the results are the same. Thank goodness we have connections- an aunt that can work wonders with a scissors, so we headed to her shop for some damage control.
|Poor Quinn looks so sad!|
|Auntie Gayle can work wonders with her scissors :-)|
Thank you for making Quinn pretty again.
|Quinn even helped clean up!|
Thank goodness hair grows back. Enough said. :-)