I used to look in the mirror and see Tristan.
Tristan gave way to Bon Jovi. Circa the good years.
But when I saw Mufasa, I made the mistake of speaking the name aloud.
My hair has a name.
And it needs taming.
Now.
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Ooh! What are you going to do with it? I love haircuts.
(BTW my hair has – on more than one occasion – been called a lion’s mane by my sweet husband.)
No idea. Except that it can’t be too high-maintenance. My stylist is amazing but pricey, so I can’t visit her every month
Otherwise, I’d return to the angled bob. Or the short shag. Or the perm!
I have until Thursday afternoon to figure it out….