The Smell of Little Pong

Good Hair Day

My friend Antonia has recently blogged about having her hair cut. This has prompted me to look once again at the state of my daughters hair.

At almost two and half years of age she has still never had a hair cut. Her friends are now all sporting elaborate plaits and pony tails and taking regular trips to the hair dresser. Freyja is sporting a rather fetching mullet and cropped fringe look:


It has grown enough now that the longer bits sort of sweep over the front, but for some reason along her actual hairline is still as short as ever. Turns out my hair was exactly the same. My mother sent me a photo to prove it and there I was, a mullet-y haired and cropped fringed toddler, just like Freyja:

I kind of wish my hair was still like that.

I love Freyja's hair and am very reluctant to get it cut, though it is getting rather unruly. But then every time I think I probably should cut it, she has a good hair day, like today:


Isn't that always the way?

posted by solveig @ 2:42 PM