The girls went under the scalpel yesterday. It’s not that evident in the picture, but in real life the chops are obvious. As Grammy often asks, “Did your mother cut your hair again?”
I’m sorry, but it is what it is. I am not growing out your hair and I am not going to be constantly tying it back with hair ponies and clips. On a good day, I’ll wet it down and comb it. But frankly, a woman has to know her limitations. And you’re looking at it.
I guess I just like the practicality of Depression Era haircuts. They seem to reject the Victorian notion that girls are miniature women that you dress up in gowns with bows and curls. No, go play. You’re a kid. Besides, no one has time for that.
And no one asked you if you liked it.