

So we went uptown to a cute little salon and friendly lady sat Halle in the chair and asked what we wanted. I described it- cut just above her shoulders, angled slightly down in front (with motions). She repeated it back to me and started snipping:
I was feeling confident that finally, this time, Halle would have a cut that wasn't too short and was professionally cute (not home-made cute.) The little ones busied themselves with the toys in the corner:
Well. It was horrible. The right length in back, but angled UP in front- like an extreme boy's bowl cut- NOT what I wanted. I don't know what happened- she had seemed so confident that she knew what I was saying! She offered to cut it shorter and I let her, but it still looked BAD when we left. And I. Was. Angry. It was so hard not to cry in front of Halle- I was so frustrated, and she was loving her new shorter hair. So we got home, and I chopped at it some more until we got this:
It's actually pretty cute now. But so short:
And I'm still angry that I took her somewhere only to come home and fix it myself. Cate just got about an inch trimmed off (the girl didn't mess that up!) They both love their "beauty shop haircuts", which is what is important:





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