I did, in fact, end up snipping away at my hair the other night. I did wait for Cardo, but I cut it myself (and it's apparent). I was going to wait until Pic could watch and see that the cutting of the hair doesn't necessarily involve pain, but she was asleep and my scissors-finger was itchy. The next morning, though, Pic saw my hair, asked if I had cut it and then, quite genially, agreed to have hers cut. I can see the child's face! The rest of her hair is still a huge mess, of course, but I can see her face! I don't have a great picture, but I'll post what I have.
As for me, I remember now why I don't cut my bangs...I'm practically blind and always tired so I seldom wear my contacts. What does that have to do with the price of eggs in Spain?, you ask. I often wear my glasses and my bangs curl up off the ends of my glasses, the result being wings. My forehead can fly!
I was going to post pictures earlier, but as Pic and I were taking pictures of our cherries, the camera was dropped (nice inactive verbiage for you there) and it got a bit temperamental. All seems to be going well with it now, though (I just knocked wood), so pictures are here).
Yes, Pic's bangs/fringe/ribbons are short. They'll grow. (She refers to her freshly cut hair as either "fringe" or "ribbons." Not quite sure where she got "ribbons," but I love it.)
I'm somewhat averse to normal pictures, so this'll have to do for now. And, no, I couldn't be bothered to put on a shirt, so enjoy the shoulders.
In one final note, Indie has returned home. The visit was short, but fantastic. It had better not be another couple of years before we see each oher again. Not that I need reminding, but I was reminded of just how great of a friend she is and how important a part of my life she is.