Hairtastrophe.

Rachel cut off all her hair a few weeks ago. A very nice lady named Dominique cut it off, and when we left I had every intention of returning to get my hair cut at that saloon in Alexandria. She did a great job on Rachel's hair. But it cost $60. That's a LOT of money for a haircut. I was determined to find a nice salon closer to our house and pay less too.

Plan. Backfired. Badly.

For some reason, the lady who got my hair off thought it needed to be really short to get the shape evened out. It didn't.

And for another reason, the stylist thought that the bowl cut of my childhood would be a good idea for the back of my head. It isn't.

I thought I would save money by going farther out to get a haircut. It was an Aveda salon close to my house. Again, I didn't.

Short. Choppy. Bowl.

So today I begged forgiveness of Dominique and got another haircut. There was very little hair to work with, and she had to comfort me throughout that it would grow and that she would fix it for now.

She did fix it. I don't have any pictures of it yet that I like. It's quite possible you will never see a picture of the back. Not if I can help it.

Instead, pictures of Nielsen's custard place in Vienna. It's just down the street from my church.


They have different flavors of custard EACH day. Vanilla and chocolate everyday. Today you could also have cool mint, raspberry, mango, or butterscotch. Rachel had mango with berries on top, and I had butterscotch in a cone. Both delicious.


We would like to go back tomorrow just to see what flavors they have. I'm crossing my fingers for pineapple.

Want to meet us there? I might let you see the back of my head.