So, yeah.  It took Millie four and a half years to grow out hair long enough to be worthy of a trim.  You curly girls know how it is.  It takes FOREVER to grow curls out, and one bad cut (read:  crazy scissor-wielding hairstylist broke up with her boyfriend and went Edward Scissorhands on ya) can truly send a curly girl straight to her therapist's office.  Not that it's happened to me or anything.  ;-)

Mills was utterly on fire with excitement and anticipation for her day at the spa.  Of course, I took her to my girl, Bethany, at 209 Downtown Salon and Spa.  Those pink and sparkly places are cute, but we Mefford ladies are for realz...no time to play around.  Go big or GO HOME.  Naturally, Mills was full of expression during her beautification and this continued right through the haircut, to the nail painting (she chose OPI's Jewel of India, in case you were wondering), and to the moment we walked out of the door.  She loved the cape and was surprised how quiet Miss Bethany's blow-dryer was (well, mine would be too if was a professional one!).  I'm so glad I can enjoy being a girl with her.  Our bond keeps getting stronger and stronger, and I am so glad she is my little chica.

So fun!!!