The moment finally arrived. Since making the
decision in November 2013 until now, I grew enough natural hair to be able to finally get a short haircut. The honor of the scissors went to Michel, the greatest, most experienced, and possibly the oldest hair dresser in Lebanon. He did my grandmother's hair, my mother's hair, my aunts' hair, my hair, and next week he will cut my son's hair. If you're wondering how old he is...well, he'll soon be 80!
Pre-washing..
The Masestro cutting.
Getting short...I needed cigarette, c'est normal au Liban..
Voila!
2 comments:
BYOO-TEE!!!!!
I've gone completely silver (I prefer to "gray":) and I love it! So freeing! I left my hair long, heh heh...or should I write "cackle cackle?"
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