I’m gearing up for some travel so I told my barber Tina to “Cut it short.”
She paused, sighed, and then selected the clippers.
Tina has never used clippers on my hair—maybe to shape an edge, but never for cutting.
At least not in the 14 years I’ve been sitting in her chair.
She did her business and held up the mirror for me to check it out.
Yes, I’m going to like this short hair thing.
She knew as much, resigned that she might have to use clippers on me from here on out.
Once you go short, you never go back, she says.
Oh, and why does this photo suck extra? It’s from the front of my phone which is fine enough,
but not quite the resolution of this album, so I fiddled extensively. Here’s the original.