Last week, my husband, Dave, got his hair cut. All of them, actually. (Look, Dad, I used your joke!) He did, indeed, read my instructions aloud to his hair stylist (a note he asked me to write on his behalf as he said he didn’t know how to describe what he wanted). And now for the big reveal.
He did not want me taking before and after shots. I stole the “before” pic from his blog, and waited until he was a couple of PBRs in before surprise attacking him with the “after”:
Then, he was on to me:
And finally, he thought better of it and smiled (and let me style him) for the camera:
A tad shorter than I expected on the sides, but bonus points for bringing home product and adding a beard trim — the “would you like fries with that?” of the men’s grooming world. I like to call it scruffy chic:)