I visited my sister (aka my personal stylist) over the weekend in L.A. to hang out, show off the baby, and while at it, get my hair trimmed.
I sat in her kitchen with a garbage bag smock on and chatted as she chopped. As she scissored the bangs, I watched 2 1/2-inch pieces of hair drop into my lap.
“Hmmm…were my bangs really that long?” I wondered.
Then my sister started furiously smoothing my hair down, as if rapid petting might make my fringe grow.
“You usually like them short,” she said worriedly.
I think they are short enough.
“In two weeks, they’ll be perfect,” she offered.
So true — but in the mean time, my brows are on parade. Probably a good time to visit my favorite brow guy, Koltton Fox.