Yup, that's me. I don't stress over hair. Wait, no, I guess that isn't true. I stress over the way the kids' hair looks only so much as I don't want it looking "ragamuffin" when they leave the house (at home, anything goes), but I don't stress over cut...or in this case color.
Bee and I have come to an agreement over her hair in the last few years. She gets it cut only once (sometimes twice) a year, after her dance recital. This is because I have to get it up in a bun for the recital, and that's hard to do if you've cut it short, you know?
When she gets it cut, she calls the shots - length, style, color. This year, she wanted her hair like her best friend Emily, so off came about seven inches! She also wanted pink streaks, so those went in too. Yes, they are permenant. But the ones we got last year were permenant too, and by fall they were barely noticeable.
She loves it, and gets to let out her inner "punk" once a year. She nearly bounced out of the salon when we were done, and was literally singing a song about loving her new hair. So forgive me, and be warned before you look at the photos - we'll be showing some shorter 'dos for a while as it grows out again. Here are her first few. The night we got home from getting it cut, it looked like this:
Yesterday we got a little more funky, and tried some messy buns with a zig zag part. She had just finished playing in the sprinkler, so her hair is soaking wet. It looked even cuter when it was dry - but you get the idea. Once it was dry, I should have curled the ends under, but we were off to a baseball game, and didn't have time.
Enjoy the sunshine if you have it!