Last year, a friend in town cut my hair for me. After allowing my hair to grow for a year, I decided it was time again for a trim.
My friend, the hairdresser, whom I affectionately call “I love my life,” cut my hair last year in a record 3 minutes time. I returned again to her shop with wet hair, a pair of scissors and a comb. I showed her the length that I desired, and she began to cut. She was a bit more careful this time, I think because William was around to take photos, but she still didn’t take up to 10 minutes for the cut. She did a great job and it was an opportunity to deepen our friendship with one another.