Last week, my somewhat conservative daughter, Maya, decided to do something different with her hair. She didn’t know what she wanted, she just wanted something “different”. That leaves a lot of room for interpretation.

She asked to tag along to my hair appointment to carry out her decision. However, it was my appointment that was the NIGHT before I was to leave to Miami on a big business trip. My mind was fried, so when she asked for my advice on what to do with her tresses, I was like “GO BOLD! GO BLONDE!!!”

Where that came from, I have no idea.

And well, she actually, for once, took my advice. Go figure. Sigh. Tears on both ends. Here’s how it went down. I don’t even need to explain, the pictures say it all. Chronological order within 24 hours.

Excited for a new hair do!

Second thoughts begin to set in…

ISH just got real.

Her first peek in the mirror. I don’t even want to read her mind, I can imagine what she is thinking…

She didn’t see this part, but I did. I had to document.

Oh crap.

She is NOT happy. She didn’t even look at me. She did once, but I had to duck because red laser beams of anger shot out and hit my soul.


She got home and tried to make the best of it but it wasn’t happening.

Dania to the rescue the next morning. I see a glimmer of hope in Maya’s eyes!

Working section by section to restore harmony.

Happiness achieved!

Note: Many of her friends loved it and tried to talk her into keeping it. We all thought it came out cool, but it just wasn’t Maya’s style at this moment in time. What an adventure! I was so stressed driving home from the appointment that I actually got lost and had to use my GPS on my iPhone! Lordy, I had me a mommy meltdown. Poor Maya!

I doubt she’ll ever ask me for fashion advice again!

Love & light,