To Scott with love
I went to get my hair done today at Jupiter where even to this day I continue to call Scott, David, in my mind. It’s because in San Francisco David was my hairdresser for 12 years, and when I moved back to New Orleans, the idea of not having David a phone call away was like telling me there was no bathroom for 800 miles. Panic.
So when I met Scott, I knew he was my new David, and I couldn’t get this comparison out of my mind. And I couldn’t help but trust that Scott and I were just starting a long relationship. To say that he has been able to handle every change I’ve asked for in the few years I’ve known him is to misunderstand just how many times I have changed my hair since 2007.
So how do you thank someone who has taken you from short to long, from light to dark and back again? It isn’t easy, but I’ll try – there were many more small changes but these were the obvious ones and they are in chronological order (frightening):
