That asian hair

I've been back and forth about whether I should wait much longer to get a haircut, and the indecisiveness ended tonight on Mott St., where a stylist named Endy became the last of a dozen or so straight to tell me (after a sigh, looking up from his efforts at straightening) that I have quite a lot of hair.

Mess Hair Salon.

What a funny name.

I'm one of many asian women who have a thick handful of hair, whose ponytail is more like a horsetail, and whose cut shows every snip, every layer, every mistake..

And I'm pretty happy.

Thanks, Mess & Endy.

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