..when my oldest daughter, my middle child, allows me to take pictures of her. She’s full of 13 angst and impatience, and preference for being behind the camera rather then in front of one, so I don’t push it, often. But when she relaxes, she is stunning…
And some days, like today, her true colors come shining through!
The rule in my house about hair color: you must be at least 12 years old, and understand that folks will point, laugh, snicker. When you can handle that, you’re hair is up to you, you make the decisions. Simple, no? Longtime readers here know that I’m no stranger to funky hair myself, so it seemed a reasonable compromise. Today, my daughter decided to take a dip in the color pool….
with blue streaks.
