It's difficult to spend money on things that I can do myself. And just like my ten hour self-pedicures, sometimes it's WORTH the money to save the hassle. Hence, I took the girls to a hair salon. Not your average Gaston County Hair Cuttery/Tanning/Ice Cream Parlor/Taxidermist Salon. No, we traveled into rich territory for these cuts (yeh, where we lived before we had to buy a "family home"). This little salon, called "Pigtails and Crewcuts" features toy cars and airplanes for the children to sit in instead of barber chairs (for children that, unlike Zadie Blue, don't require a lap), treasure boxes filled with stickers and HOLY GOD a corner filled with bows, brushes, umbrellas and lip glosses-- ALL AT CHILD LEVEL. My bill for two toddler-cuts plus all of the shit they collected during the visit totaled more than I pay for my own cut plus all of the shit THAT I happen to collect before checkout.
And it was worth every penny.
Because the next cut will be administered by a ice cream serving Taxidermist.
and after (complete with funny faces) . . .