Bad Hair Day

So frankly, my hair was a mess. It was long in the back and shaggy and uneven in the front, and I even heard my Mami and Papi say I was "rocking a mullet." I don't know what a mullet is, but they laughed every time they said it, so I figured it wasn't a good thing.

Time for my first haircut!

Thankfully, Papi has a great stylist named Kevin-Michael. Some babies would have just gone to Supercuts, but I'm more of a midtown, fancy salon kind of baby. I wanted a fabulous 'do. Kevin-Michael said he could fix me up in no time, so I said, "Let's do it!"

He put this big black cape on me and then came at me with these sharp, pointy things. He wet my hair and started cutting it. I shed a few tears, as many women do when they lose their long, luxurious locks...


...but once he started styling it, I could see my hair was going to look fabulous.


So here's my new hairstyle. A basic bob, with a curly flip at the ends. I decided to accesorize my new 'do with a basic black baby tee. What do you all think? Tres chic, no?