haircut day

I love haircut day, because when Molly styles my hair, it looks like this:

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Most of the time, it looks like this:

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Even if I had time, I have realized that I do not have the attention span for flat-ironing. 

p.s. These pictures are mostly for my mother’s benefit.  We are almost as obsessive about hair as we are about weight.

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4 thoughts on “haircut day

  1. Andrea

    Oh my gosh, hair. When Maddy was diagnosed, the first thing I thought was, I should grow my hair out. Weird, but I wanted ponytails instead of having to do my hair, even though it was short. I love it now! I didn’t like longer hair before. Go figure….girls. I told Maddy we have to even out the hair ratio in the house, she had the longest hair before.
    PS- do you think hairdressers have extra arms or what?

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  2. sillyjillybean

    Your mom wasn’t too thrilled about her hair cut this last time. The funny thing is I can tell the difference between the style done by Molly and You (both very cute). I cannot tell the difference between a good haircut and a bad one with Rozanne. I guess I just need to keep looking at her hair daily!

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  3. liz Post author

    You are not alone. Rozanne’s hair is a mystery to everyone. Thank you for being her listening ear on haircut day!

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  4. Rhall

    I’m so behind in leaving comments maybe no one will even catch how funny that I left a comment about weight before I read your line about our compulsiveness about hair and weight! Then I read Jill’s comment! Sorry everyone, I should just be grateful I have hair!

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