Last Saturday, August 25th, it was time to get a haircut. After my second treatment I became extremely paranoid about losing my hair. I thought that it might be easier if I cut it short first. Plus, I always loved having my hair short in high school. After I had my surgery I couldn't put my hair in a ponytail because my shoulder was so sore. So I decided... chop it off!
A friend of mine from college, Marielle, gracisouly drove Victoria and myself to my old college hairdresser in Amherst, MA. So many of you wonder why I went so far and the reasons to me, are quite clear. Cynthia, my hairdresser, is the sweetest, craziest, and most experimental hairdresser I have ever had. She knows me. And I needed a mohawk. Where else was I going to go?
On the way, we stopped at a tag/bake sale, bought some junk and had a snack.
When we arrived... the reasons became even more clear. In her new salon she had an arcade version the PacMan videogame as well as shelves of Hello Kitty paraphanaelia.
Victoria was Cynthia's first victim! In the chair, Victoria looked nervous as her many locks fell to the ground. Cynthia told her to hold on!
Besides all the hair on the floor...
She looks great!
I jumped into the hot seat next and gladly let Cynthia get to work.
Although plenty of you have shared your opinion on my mohawk... calling it a faux hawk, a lazy hawk, and just plain "boy cut," I assure you that Cynthia and I discussed a personalized version of a "modern mohawk." And believe it or not, I trust her over all of you. :)
So here it is!
2 comments:
i think hawks rock and your's look f'n hot
awesome! it's almost an argentine look, wouldn't you say?
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