Dear Grace

Based on actual conversation, while Grace is trimming my hair...

 

Grace: Can I take about an inch off the ends?

 

Me: I like my length. Show me what an inch is to you, a Texas inch?

 

Grace: I DO NOT take off a Texas inch.

 

She shows me. Okay, take an inch. This time.

 

(It matters not how long it is, if it's dry and ugly.)

 

Me: I think I may have taken too much skin while dermaplaning.

 

Grace: You do that yourself?

 

Me: Yes, I can't afford for y'all to do it.

 

Grace: How do you do it?

 

Me: #10 scalpel. They're sharp.

 

Grace: 😲

 

Finally I tell her I've been getting more consistency since I started measuring, when preparing color for my hair. (I save A LOT of money doing this myself, and I'm pretty good, most of the time.) Do you notice, I ask her. Yes, I do, she replies.

 

As an added bonus to getting a much needed trim, Kevin, her husband stopped by on his way home from work. I adore Kevin. I worked with Kevin before I met Grace. Good man. Good people. Good life.