Last night it took over an hour to comb through Claire's super-thick, very-long hair, so when she asked if she could get it cut like Ramona Flowers, I was pretty darn quick to say, "yes."
When we got to the salon after school today, they thought that she could donate her hair to Locks for Love, so Claire went for a little shorter of a 'do. It turns out my little rock-n-roll chickareenie's bleached-&-dyed-pink hair can't be used in wigs for people in recovery, but it can be used to make bouys that help clean areas where there's been spillage of yucky stuff... or something like that. I've got to look more into this. (It's amazing what you can find on the Internet.)
Any old ways, I'm so proud of her regardless of where her old hair goes b/c it takes a very brave soul to make such a drastic change. Below are two pictures -- back & front -- of her new 'do. In the second, she's holding one of ten ponytails worth of hair that was cut off today. And, yes, she's closing her eyes on purpose -- she wanted to make it look like she's blinking. Gotta love the Putch.
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