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Hair to give.
Evie has been asking me for a while now that she would like to donate her very long hair to the Little Princess Trust a charity that takes donated hair and transforms them into wigs for children undergoing cancer treatment.
On Saturday she had all her locks chopped off and has been guarding her precious plaits ready for me to post them off.
I’m very proud of her for wanting to donate her hair, it’s a lovely, kind thing to do. She’s looking very grown up with her new hair do. I thinks it looks lovely.
Hair-berg.
I just pulled this out of my plug hole tonight. It just kept on coming. Obviously I wasn’t going to keep this to myself so I went and traumatised the family with the pileous beastie. Much screaming ensued.
Sticky uppy hair.
All the rage, don’t fight it, embrace it. Neat hair lasts two seconds in our house before someone comes along and ruffs it a bit to fit in with the rest of us scruffs.
Releasing the flow.
Evie likes nothing better when she gets home from school than to pull her hair bobbles out and let her hair down. We loose her face to an avalanche of hair.
Gertrude.
Millie wakes up every morning with her hair in one enormous knot.
I have decided to name the knot Gertrude.
Gertrude was particularly stubborn this morning, but we saw her off with some persistent brushing.
Ouch.
Snip.
Gruff went to a proper Barber’s shop today for a trim.
Maybe it was a male influence but he sat like an angel.
Short back and sides.
Brace, brace, brace and please cut as fast as possible before my little wriggler decides to escape from Delilah’s grasp!
Morning Hair.
Amy Winehouse would shudder if she lived in my house in the morning. Come here and have your hair brushed!
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