Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Bite The Bullet.

I just couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to grow out her hair, I thought this streak of independence would be good for her. Her decision, her hairy mop. The moment I mentioned a hair style that would stay out of her eyes, blue peepers from behind the fray lit up. 

 After. A BOB!
 Now...if I can only convince Ivy that Stylist Donna is not the Grim Reaper...

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