When I went to enter a title for this post all I could think of were the gimmicky names of hair salons from my 1980s youth: Shear Elegance, A Cut Above, Hair Today, The Cutting Edge, The Final Cut…I am going to pretend that this is not the first post of (this version) of this blog. If you don’t mind, I’ll skip introductions and champagne-bottle christenings and just talk about the haircut I got the day before yesterday.
Anyway, I really can’t decide about my hair. For the first time in my life I believe I had my hair cut by someone who is younger than me (I believe). His name was Star (Seriously. Star.) and he looked like he was a member of Poison. Anyway, when I like my hair it reminds me of this Isabella Rosellini, and when I hate it reminds me of a 1930s German Olympian or Little Lord Fauntleroy.
