I got my haircut on Friday by the best darn hairstylist in the whole of Seattle. But, you know what? It looks ‘meh’ today.
Absolutely no reflection on Sean’s ability, just due to the fact that I am in that awkward space between ‘long’ and ‘short’. To short to pull back, to long to do anything but hang there.
I look like I’m a character on some mid-seventies sitcom who wears polyester pants with the pleats sewn down the front and argyle sweater vests.