The Haircut

Very convenient for the muse to show up on a day I thought I would not have time to pick up my camera. She has arrived to have her haircut by Isabella. I get just a tiny bit anxious when I see Isabella hacking into the shiny tresses of her friends with the kitchen scissors. I imagine some irate mother calling to ask just what kind of hair salon we think we are running around here. As it goes they all call to say how delighted they are with the results.

I must say Beatrice is looking even more adorable. If that's possible.

The haircut, stage 2. and a few more.