It is so funny that Pottymouthmama was talking about children's haircuts today. Caleb was complaining that his hair was getting in his eyeballs (why he just doesn't call them eyes - I don't know) and the thought of taking him to a hairdresser sends terror through my soul. We take him to those "child friendly" ones, but have never seen the same cutter twice - I think that is because after dealing with Caleb they have retired to a life of drinking HEAVILY. You know the kids I mean, you have rolled your eyes as they sound like they are having an appendix removed rather than a little fringe. Times that by 10 and welcome to haircuts with Apserger's.
So anyway with this image in my mind I all of a sudden thought - How hard can it be, I can cut a pattern, I've shaved heads - why not have a crack. All of a sudden I am Vidal Sasson with a muse. It actually didn't look too bad but then I couldn't stop myself - I had found my calling. So now the poor thing has a little, well I don't think that there is a term for it, except if you keep ruffling it, it is not TOOO bad. After I showed him in the mirror, he said "I look beautiful mum, thanks". If only he knew - here is the finished product. The upside though is that there were no tears, no screaming, no drama - WOOHOO-HOOT. Unfortunately for him this has only encouraged the Vidal in me, maybe I will do streaks next time. (You may be able to see the bowl like resemblance on the fringe.)
And of course - more pants. These are some Plane cuties from Duckcloth with denim stripes and a full skirt with gorgeous Japanese bird print panel at the front. (Please note my poor model had a little disagreement with our cat. I have been assured it was an accident.)