Thursday, March 22, 2007

Daring, courageous, and maybe even a little regrettable...

Yeah. I did it. After a year and a half of not letting a pair of scissors touch my hair, I finally had to get it cut. Still haven’t decided if I was being brave or just not thinking (most likely the latter) but I (no, not me, a stylist) cut off a good deal. Well, it’s not that short, but shorter than I wanted! They do this every time! I mean without fail! Even Mom. Always too short! Oh well. It’ll grow back I guess.

Mom and I finally got our library cards today. Yes! Now if only I can get transported there often...

5 comments:

  1. I'm glad you're blogging again.

    I got my hair cut last week. Mom cut it (which she had never done before), and did a good job. It is about 3 inches shorter, I think. I really didn't want to get it cut, but I had to because the ends were looking pretty bad.

    Miss you bunches!
    Tricia Ann

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  2. Anonymous2:51 PM

    You should take a picture of it so we know what it looks like. Mama trims mine every once and a while to get it even and nice looking.
    Glad to hear from you again adn miss you all! C.F.

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  3. Kaliste,
    I think your hair looks fine! I had mine cut for locks of love a couple of years ago and it was probably cut about like yours.
    Obviously, like you said, it grows back!

    See you next Sunday!
    C.E.B.

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  4. Anonymous9:17 AM

    I am glad you posted.

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  5. Anonymous9:17 AM

    I am glad you posted.

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