i think we only need a wand.
i usually cut my girlies' hair myself, but i don't know how to cut a pixie. the stylist at the cuttery thought i was insane when i told her exactly what esmé wanted. until the end of the chop. when she looked at mémé in the mirror and gasped "aren't you darlin'!" and mémé looked sideways at me, grinned this imp of a smile, and scrunched up her nose. tinkerbell, she corrected softly. man, i am flat-out digging this one.