I have had short hair for most of my adult life. I cut it all off in the spring of 1990 (what little there was, which wasn’t much, a permed, chin-length bob) and I’ve really never looked back. Oh, sure, there was that one year after Charlie was born when I went ten (11?) months without a hair appointment, but eventually I was forced to acknowledge that pulling a ponytail through the back of a ball cap was not the look I really wanted. Also I was cutting my own bangs with a pair of curved nail scissors, which I would not recommend to anyone. Ever.

(These days I own two pairs of hair cutting shears, one regular and one for texture. They are a huge improvement over the nail scissors.) (more…)