I got my hair chopped off yesterday by an amazing stylist named Gabriella at Colin of London. She took about 10 inches off the back. Yikes! This is my first haircut since La's grandma Dale evened out the botched haircut I gave myself about 6 months ago. Thanks Dale! ... and I know. I never should have given myself a trim. Even my frugal father wouldn't cut his own hair ... although he did have his hair cut one time for $2 at a rehab facility that was training former addicts the trade of hair cutting. Let's just say his hairdo turned out pretty interesting. (read: crooked mohawk-fade with extra-long bangs. But only on one side ... I'm very sad I didn't take a picture).I'm happy with the cut, except that now, for some reason, I feel a tad more mom-ish. Is that weird?
Oh, and Gabriella even braided La's hair:
I watched her carefully while she braided, so hopefully I'll be able to duplicate it.
Yes, I think we will be going back to her.
1 comments:
I love the haircut!! You look absolutely beautiful -- but very different than the Kari I saw in September. Yes, keep the stylist. She did a great job with Ella's hair, too. Love you both!
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