"You trust me?" he whispers.
"Of course," I answer

He takes out his scissors and my eyes widen for a moment before I close them. Silently he goes about his business, transforming me into something new, something fresh.
"There. What do you think, Beautiful?" he asks.
I open my eyes and stare first at the mirror and then the floor.
"Oh my," I respond.
Quinten is not only my hairdresser, but an artist. Somehow, he has just transformed my fuzzy, frizzy mess of hair into lovely, curling, shining locks.
Here's a picture of me on a pirate ship - yep - a pirate ship. The hair's a bit windblown, but still lovely.
Thank you Quinten. You are my hero.
Interested? Quinten works out of Hair Excursions in Edwardsville, Illinois.
3 comments:
Gorgeous, Marie!
I've always dreamed of having hair like that.
Hugs,
Lisabet
If you ever get to Illinois, let me know - Quinten can provide.
Oh, can he make my hair long, red and curly? Well, actually it's already curly (despite the photo) but these days it won't get any longer than my shoulders.
Warmly,
Lisabet
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