Around about the time I was 6 years old, the woman who had been cutting my hair my whole life up to that point, as well as my mom's hair, left the salon and moved away. We were forced to find someone else to cut our hair. My dad, a patron of the same salon, suggested to my mom that we try his stylist, a new-ish girl named Terri. We owe dad for that suggestion - I went to get my hair cut today, and it was Terri as usual, as it has been for the last 22 years. I think since I was 6 only maybe 3 hair cuts have not been done by her, and one of them was while I was living in France. Needless to say, I have complete faith in her at this point. Plus, it's kind of fun to chat with someone who has known me my whole life, and who knows my parents. We always have lots of stories to share. It's amazing how much our lives have changed since then. I wonder if I make her feel old? She must be at least in her 40s at this point, but she certainly doesn't look it.
So here is the result of today's hair cut (with Calvin, as a blog post is not complete without a cat photo):
Nothing too radically different, just a bit of a trim. But it was nice to catch up with Terri, with a bonus pre-hair cut stop over at Chez GZMoohoo. TOPWLT was not present, but I left her a little something for when she gets home. All in all, an excellent work-night evening.