Snip, Snip, Snip! RRRRRRRIiiiiiiiippppppp! Scissors and razors change the shape of haristyles, altering faces and even bodies. Six to eight inches of brown laced with auburn and blonde fell on her black robe, leaving strands in a trail as if they would make an attempt to return. A bird's nest of fluff covered the floor at the base of the hudraulic chair.

I found this as I turned the corner in Gwendolly's Beauty Salon, there to check on and pay for a hair cut for Abby, the 14 year old wondergirl. $27 later, a new child sat in the front seat of my car. Older looking, happy, smiling broadly, anxious for school the next day.

She looks different. More proportional? More like a teenager? More like my older sister (see www.Mombrain.com). Now I see my sister every time I turn around -- and I like it.

Hair Cuts

9th grade seems to be the time to cut your hair around here. At least, that's when I went from VERY long hair to relatively short hair.

And now, because of genetics, Abby has cut her hair. She's in 9th grade. It's short, very layered and "choppy," and very stylish. Everyone loves it!

But now she doesn't look like herself! She's older. More proportional (if that makes sense). Different looking. I almost didn't recognize her when I picked her up from school. Who is this child? She even seems to walk different.

I do love her new "do", but it really changes the way she looks. So goodbye to my very young teenage daughter, and hello to my new, stylish, teen.