The moment I walked out of my event at Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe last month, I had the thought: I want to chop my hair. The urge felt primal, but it was also practical. I’d spent nearly an hour in my hotel room that afternoon trying to get my long, wavy hair to comply with my agenda, only to have it fall completely flat in the 108-degree Phoenix heat. I wanted to feel cooler and lighter (literally and figuratively). I fantasized about not having to brush my hair or blow dry it every day.
Thank you friend! Your hair is amazing.