Boy, I remember that haircut like it was yesterday...

I cried the entire way home from the hairdressers. Mom had taken me to the Bullock's Beauty Salon for a butchering, it appears. School pictures were the next day. I remember telling mom that I looked like a boy. She told me that as soon as we got home, she'd wash my hair and everything would be fine. All subsequent days from then on out; just a blur. I remember being told that I looked like my Uncle. Sure, that helped. lol Mom may not have known much in the way of haircuts, but everything in life, she pretty much nailed. Having been raised during the depression, both her and my dad learned not only to appreciate what they had, but caring for them. EDITING________ROUGH DRAFT The cost of selling on eBay has gotten out of hand, so I thought I'd try Poshmark. I believe in helping our planet by finding a home for items I no longer find useful I'm super willing to work on prices. Even used, the clothing I offer is well cared for, in that, I hang dry everything and none have seen the inside of my dryer. Thank you for stopping by.... Sandra