I’ve written about Daniel Mostyn before. The man is a genius. A brilliant, bald genius (OK, so he’s not really bald… he just shaves his head). He wants to do things to my hair that terrify and excite me all at once. We pinky-swore last night that I’d let him have his special way with my locks in four more cuts.
But it seems his craving to chop, chop, chop may have kick-started something in me, too. He gave me a preview – as best as he could without resorting to scissors – and I gotta say… it tickled my fancy.
Oh Danny boy, what have you done? You’ve got a girl’s tresses all excited and my appointment is another three weeks away!
