Pigtails
Confession: I thought my Mom was mean because she TORTURED me by combing and pulling my invariably knotted hair into pigtails every morning. Yes, it's true - I was horribly abused during my childhood :-) (I was FORCED to eat vegetables too. It's amazing I've turned out as well-adjusted as I have, really) I remember also that when I reached the age of about 10 I went through The Great Pigtail Rebellion because pigtails were for children and I wasn't a child anymore! Thus started the era of one sleek, understated ponytail, and the end of pigtails with bright ribbons in my hair. I felt liberated... :-)
Fast forward to my adult incarnation and the realization that I think there's pretty much nothing cuter than little girls with two tiny pigtails sprouting out the top of their heads. It's just so...childhood! Go figure...
ANYWAY, here's a teaser of Desi in her pigtails running around at an apple orchard. More to come...
Comments
Love the story and the photos! MORE! MORE!
Posted by: Natasha | November 2, 2009 04:36 PM
Hi Lisa, my new best friend! Love your work too! And it sounds like we had the same poor, tortured childhood! LOL Yes, poor Lawrence. I'll have to give him an old lady hug if I see him at WPPI. Are you going?
Posted by: Karen | January 11, 2010 12:27 PM
She is so precious. My Mom put pigtails in my hair too. I am pretty sure I wasn't that cute though! I saw your comment at Jasmine's blog today and I came over to say hi : ) Nice to meet you.
Posted by: Anonymous | January 29, 2010 02:22 PM
Dying to see your new blog! Pleeease hurry up! :)
Posted by: Natasha | March 23, 2010 03:10 PM