“i look so grown-up,” i said.
“grown-ups don’t have violet hair,” abby said.
“but you know if it weren’t violet, a grown-up would totally have this hair,” i said.

the growing out process is painful and not anywhere near complete and i totally wanted to chicken right out today. but abby talked me down from the ledge.

“i thought you said you were sick of stick-out hair,” she said.
“i am,” i said.
“well if you don’t grow out the layers, it will always stick out,” she said.
“i know!”
“but your hair looks really cute with the messy layers,” she said.
“i know, but i’ve had this look for about 300 years,” i said. “it’s time for change.”
“then you have to grow out the layers,” she said.
“grow out the layers? that’s painful,” i said.
“it is,” abby said. “but if it gets too scary, you can come back and get it cut. if you hate it, we can cut it again.”
“ok,” i said. “i’m trusting you.”
“it’s gonna be alright,” she said.

and it was. (sorry, i cannot handle another picture of me on this here web site)

it’s me! it’s me!