I saw this tutorial on my friend's blog and knew I had to try it. Especially since all the jeans that June handed down to Robyn had holes in the knees only weeks later. So we revamped them and came out with this.
It was really easy, and I mean that. If I can do it, you can too. (That is, if you have ever used a sewing machine in your life.) Oh, I made these too, because I couldn't pass up on the watermelon pattern. It seemed so summery.
And since it was a day of change, I thought maybe I should get my hair cut. I called Tyler and told him that I wanted to get my tresses trimmed and that I would probably take Robyn with me since she has been hankering for a haircut. She wanted to donate her hair to Locks of Love. Tyler immediately told me that he wasn't going to PAY to have Robyn's hair cut. We could do it ourselves. (We meaning ME.)
Well, I cut his hair all the time, but that is only after careful instruction and messing it up a few times. (I think he would like to forget those first few attempts.) I was a little hesitant to take the scissors to my girls' hair although really it just involves cutting a straight line...right?
I was on a roll sewing and making those ruffle cut-offs, but my sewing machine got trapped in Daisy's room during her nap, so with nothing else to do, I decided to bite the bullet and cut Robyn's hair. We started with this.
Man that girl has a lot of hair. And we ended with this.
Her braid was 11 inches long; easily long enough for donation purposes. Her haircut was perhaps shorter than I planned, but isn't that always the case? She still looks super cute and unfortunately, a lot like June now. Not that June isn't cute, but I hate when Robyn gets swallowed up in June. People have a hard time telling them apart and this isn't going to help.
Even Daisy was having trouble today. When she woke up from her nap, she looked at Robyn and said, "June." To help alleviate confusion, I had June and Robyn stand next to each other. Then I asked, "Where's June?" She looked at each girl in turn and finally pointed at June. Then when I asked her "Where's Robyn?" she took a little more time with a look of confusion on her face. She finally pointed at Robyn but said 'June' again.
If their own sibling has trouble telling them apart, you can imagine how hard it is for people outside the family.
I think we did well today. We recycled old pants and old hair.