Remember when Tiny cut her hair a few months ago? She decided on a Newtown assymmetrical 'do.
Yesterday, sometime in the morning, I walked out the front door, but not before noting the golden locks all over the floor. I scooped them up, told her not to do it again, and moved on.
Last night, she refused to go to bed. Kept popping out. And foolishly, I didn't think anything of it. Until she walked out with half-short, half-long hair. Some kind of country inspired mullet. She looked like she'd been bootscooting with the best of them.
This morning her new 'do has settled. And she looks kind of cool - The Sartorialist would like it. She's so hot right now.
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