On a sunny Seattle afternoon in the merry month of May, Elsie got her golden locks trimmed for the very first time. Sandy had pondered the style (bob) and the timing (now) long enough and took scissors to hand, Stella shot video, Frances gathered curls into a ziplock for posterity’s sake, Aunt Steffi offered artistic guidance, and Elsie put on a brave face and sat through the ordeal as if she’s been to the salon on a regular basis for years and years.

I took pictures. Here are a few of the good ones: