Bows

Today my friend Dana showed me the super secret bow shop of Katy, TX. I guess it isn't too super secret because I told 2 other friends that I was going to a secret bow shop and they said, "Oh, is it the one in a warehouse?" Um, yep! That's the one. So I guess I should say that my friend Dana took me to the bow shop that I was the last to hear about.

I have been fretting over Kimberly's hair her entire life. Here is a picture of her just before her 2nd birthday. *okay I have to stop right now to feel the crushing pain in my heart when I look at my girl when she was smaller. Oh lord look at that sweet face* Whew! Anyway, look at her hair...

Here is the front.

Okay and here is her hair in the back. She was 2 here people. Her hair grows slower than any other child I've ever met. Look:


Since she is going into first grade next year, I decided that I need to detract from her short stringy split ended hair and stock her up on bows. This was in the clearance bin and Kim loved it! It's not the traditional hand tied big 'ole Texas bow but it is pretty cute nonetheless:


And while I was shopping for bows, Kimberly went crazy in the bin-o-fugly-bracelets. I think they make her feel fancy:


Here is what we came home with in exchange for a bucket full of money:


I loved watching her arrange and touch every one. She was holding them and talking about how happy she was going to be when she wears then to first grade.


My sweet girl. This is her thankful face. She didn't just say thank you though. She sat me on the sofa, gave me a shoulder massage, cooked up a pot of coffee and opened a can of peaches and served them to me in a plastic bowl.


I think her love language is gifts