I was around four and playing at my friend Cindy's. For whatever reason, we were in her bedroom playing with dolls and scissors, alone. Ah, the good old days.
We had several beds for the dolls but no bedding. That wouldn't suffice (yes, we actually thought exactly that). What to do?
We were stumped. There really wasn't anything to use. I mean, we couldn't cut up the doll blanket, NO! Or any of Cindy's clothing, Double NO! And we'd be in serious trouble if we so much as touched her bedding. So, we used the next best thing, hair.
I'm not sure how I got to be the
sucker lucky one. It probably has something to do with my severely generous character but my Mother picked up this...
Or something close to this. P.S. I'm the older one.
You might recognize this picture from the After the "I'm Cheap" Hair Debacle of 2011 post.
No, you're not seeing things,
I cut off all my hair and gave it to Barbie.
I have to admit, she did end up with a pretty sweet divan.
Stay tuned for next week when I finally tell you about how I Got Migraines to Avoid Ballet.
In the meantime, tell me about the time that YOU cut off all your hair. I know you did.
Get Caught up in the Series, it's Addictive!
8. Highjumping is Dangerous. Just like Chess ,
7. I got a Migraine to Avoid Ballet,
6. I Cut off all my Hair and gave it to Barbie,
5. I Got Kicked out of Brownies,
4. I Pooped My Pants,
3. I Almost Sold my Brother for 25 Cents,
2. I Was Adopted,
1. I Was Born.
Besos, The Zoo