Grace has wanted blue ends of her hair, well, forever. OK, maybe not forever like we know it, but foreeeeeeeeeever in her 10 year old mind. Which is like 110 years to you and me.
I said yes, and frankly, without a moment's hesitation. It's her hair and frankly, it's only hair. Hair grows. Hair can be cut at any moment. It's a color, that's all.
Last night was the night. She had to go blonde on the tips before she got dyed blue.
And she loved every minute of it.
I present to you, in the spirit of the blue circle, Grace goes blue.