My hair stylist asked me if I was 100% sure.. “we’ll be cutting off a lot here” she warned. For a second, I got nervous.. but I mean c’mon, it’s just HAIR (!!) and mine had gotten so long all I’d been doing was wearing pony tails..like every day.

I asked her why she was concerned. “Oh, I’m not worried at all,” she exclaimed, “I just had a client earlier this morning who was so freaked out about cutting her hair she wound up bolting out of the salon!”

“Gee whiz, really?” I gasped, “Was she young?”

Turns out she was in her twenties.. too young (sheltered?) maybe to realize that a bad haircut (if she indeed got one) would not even register as half a hiccup on her life’s timeline. In fact, if she’d allow it, her hair could be her playground, a forgiving canvass for a lifetime of self-expression and creativity.

Believe it or not, as my hairdresser was drying my new doo, the receptionist came over and asked if she’d be willing to add a 6:15pm appt to her schedule. She asked who the client was..it was that same girl again, the one who ran.

She wanted to come back. 👍

The long..

..and the short of it.