I have a bad habit of letting my hair get to a certain length and then just chopping it off out of frustration. I’ve been known to do it with my own office scissors. Because of this, I gave my hair stylist, Tiffany, strict instructions to not let me do that again. Ever. Even if I begged and begged. And she hasn’t. And I’ve begged. She’s a good stylist that girl.
During my recent trip to Indiana I went to visit my old hair stylist and good friend Christine. I hadn’t seen her in ten years and she wants Sumy Designs to design her new website . . . one thing led to a martini and before I knew it, I had short hair.
I think I put the same ‘no cut’ restriction on Christine ten years ago, but she must have forgotten.