snippets
Thalia stands in front of their oak-framed reflection. She tugs on Loveletterist’s locks and channels a memory of Willy S. “To chohhhp or not to chohhhhp? This — is our question!”
Nia doesn’t move a muscle. “Chop.”
Cal runs her fingers through what feels like Henny’s hindquarters. “Tal… I too like the idea of long sproingy spirals and lush locks. We’ve tried… and like the oversized waffle-weave clinic robes…”
“They don’t fihhhht.” Thalia pouts her newly muscled lower lip. “That’s ohhhhh-k though — because we rock the contradiction of trendy-classic short and sassy!”
I think that the most important thing a woman can have — next to talent, of course — is her hairdresser.”
~Joan Crawford
A note from Loveletterist:
This morning I get to spend an hour with my hair stylist.
She's one of my favorite people in this beautiful wide world.
In fact, one story in Poise is dedicated to her generosity and kindness -- shaving my head when the strands started to leave me in clumps.
Sometime in my mid forties I made a decision to go short. I have never regretted it. Short suits my small frame. Big hair overwhelms me.
Know thyself!
I like the text-tuurrr of the pic-tuurrr, but who is Willie S.?
Oh, I just realized this is Willie the Shake, as Joni Mitchell referred to him.
My wife keeps pressing the envelope of shorter and shorter. I’m hoping she stops that trend before she reaches the length of Sinead O’Connor’s hair when it was at its shortest! Loads of talent but not a great hairdresser.
I shaved my entire beard, except the mustache, and shortened my locks, when my son was about 8 or 9. When he got off the bus he observed my neighbor (a retired D. C. Police commander) talking with me. Nate concluded that the neighbor had corralled a burglar!
I must conclude that all the pieces have fallen into place! Loads of talent and a hairdresser you love! 👏🏼👏🏼