Every 3 years or so I see someone with a particular haircut and I think I should try it. So I trot to the salon and get my hair done, I say something akin to "blunt cut, page boy, bob" you get the idea? Now for the last 3 years my erstwhile friend Jaysa has run interference with my stylist Cristal. Jaysa firmly believes my hair looks better long (a la the photo to the right on this blog). But Jaysa moved and I saw the cut on someone somewhere and told Cristal to "do it!" Its going to be hot, I have a lot of out doors work this summer, get it off my neck! She did exactly as I asked, when I turned to see my reflection, it was the cut but my face. .well I instantly said "Cristal you did exactly what I wanted, I just have to remember I hate this cut on myself, I do this every 3-4 years!"
So I hated it for a week, then I went to the office. The response was instantly positive and two people wanted Cristal's number. I regarded it again, it's growing on me. But is it better long or short? This is where you all can help me out by voting in the poll below, that's right a poll!
Wiles girls in Boston
My sister Toni and her family visited Boston this last weekend. I made a joint visit with them and my friend David who lives in Maine. We walked all about the Copley Square area. It turned out to be a good idea as I'd used a hotel in that area in my forthcoming novel and I had a significant detail all wrong! I also got to catch up with a longtime/old SF pal, Julia Wolfe. I have other friends in Boston whom I didn't have a chance to contact my apologies but it was a last minute/quick trip, one I shall make again I am sure.
An interesting moment in Boston was after I parted from my family, I walked along Boyleston street back to my hotel. I was approached by two women with long dull black hair in black salon smocks. They asked, "would you be interested in having your hair done?" My eyed widened, a hand went up to my newly minted and heralded doo and I shrieked, "I just had it done. . .in Manhattan!" They seemed surprised. twits.
My neices Mikayla and Emily and Dad Michael with Catie Copley, the former seeing-eye dog of the Copley Plaza Hotel.

Julia enjoys a 3-olive dry martini

Julia enjoys a 3-olive dry martini