The new 'do turned out just fine. It's just like she used to wear it, and I love it like this. It's all good.
She is wearing the ubiquitious gray cami in one of the photos. I haven't found her another that cute, but I did wind up getting her something similar enough--so I could wash this one.
You may notice she's helping wash a car. She was helping Daddy wash her Tata's Cadillac, which he had loaned us to use as our second car. It's a pretty sweet ride, and the kids prefer to be squired around in it as opposed to my van. Leather seat, cushy smoothness....I can't blame them.
I was driving to pick up Ben and Ryan on Friday, and I went to lower the window. I hit the wrong button; lowered a back window...and CRACK! the window wouldn't go up. Or down. As this has happened to Dad before, I knew it was broken.
I couldn't even call to tell Mr W, I was so frustrated. I texted him a message instead, along the lines of "I can't believe this s**t."
Seriously have been considering that perhaps I would be better off in a horse-and-buggy. But even an offer to re-enact that scene from 'Witness' --the one with Kelly McGillis, the washbasin, a mirror, and Harrison Ford-- wasn't enough to convince my husband that that was a good idea.
The Cadillac is fine, it spent a day or two in the shop getting fixed and it back in it's rightful driveway. The children have been plotting to get back over to my Mom's house to spirit it away.
In the meantime, I'm in the van.
It's a little hard to drive when you don't want to touch anything......