"I know, I know," I replied.
"I'd like the Audrey Hepburn look, something that will look good when I'm in a convertible," the llama said.
"With Cary Grant?"
"Yes, he will do, and a scarf loosely around my head, and neck, like vintage Grace Kelly, cruising on the Riviera."
And so began yet another annual Very Bad Haircut. I first started giving them when I was four. I got my parent's dog trimmers, and gave my best friend and neighbor, Julie Cummings, a haircut. My mother spent the rest of our residency in that neighborhood apologizing. I don't know why, me and Julie were thinking it looked great.
Yea, I could hire a shearer for $40 to sheer her in one swoop shave, but what fun is that? Plus, I like her a bit longer and not shaved. This year, Birdie was a pro. After three years she is more mature and likes sitting in the beauty shop chair.
"Do you have any movie star magazines to read? Vintage? Stars today are so crass..." she asked.
The other great thing is we got it done in about an hour, with only one pair of scissors, mainly because Birdie behaved, and I have perfected my Very Bad Haircut technique. It's all in getting under the wool and making continual cuts.
She has a lot of taupe brown under there and even some polk-a-dots.
She had a good dust roll later and seems to look so dainty.
"You look like a tea cup," I told her.
"Heavens, no. I look like Audrey Hepburn," she replied.
Yes, yes, it is true. When not looking like Grace Kelly in motion, she looks like Audrey Hepburn. If we could all be so blessed.
