Long over due....
From touching my ass crack to brushing my shoulders....
You should have seen the clumps as they lay forlornly on the floor....
My heart was crinkling up....
Yeah, I got a hair cut. Finally! Heh!
This guy is pretty good with hair, he's gay, and he knows his stuff; both economy of style and with a gentle handling manner. My three primary requirements for a good stylist. PLUS he doesn't push weird treatments on you and he'll recommend only what he thinks will do you good.
You know, after all these years, I might have found someone I'd be happy to go back to. I USED to have my hair done at a really upscale place in town YEARS ago. But I'd blow about $300 per visit. And with naturally curly hair, there's only so much you can do. And the guy left. And I didn't like any of the upper stylists.
Over the years, I'd venture out, once a year, to the neighbourhood shops and get a trim. One year, I was fed up enough to hand the scissors to my Mom. Just shunk shunk lop it all off at the base. Trust me, if she botched up, you couldn't tell the different. All those curls :o They were both a blessing and a curse.
If you are ever in my area of town, please do look out for him. he's at the Jean Yip salon @ WhiteSands SC and I think he really IS quite good.
So thank you, Bernie, for introducing me to Danny. He's really well worth it.
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