Enjoy this glimpse, because the 'do you see has been dispatched to the Isle of Misfit Hairstyles.
The Nashville summer is too humid to keep hair this long anymore. It's more hair-bomb than hairdo, expanding outward for every minutes I spend outdoors.
Lest any doth protest my decision to chop it down,
it's already gone. I'm no Bond villain, revealing my scheme before hatching it. I wouldn't go to the stylist if I thought there was any chance if disruption.
However, this does not mean a return to the prep school cut of 29-plus years. The infamous headshot and I shall never cross paths.
Once my hair outgrew that awkward "bushy" stage where no slick of hair gel could hold it in place, I could not turn around. Because I still have nightmares about that headshot.
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