Fine Hair Short Choppy Bob の小説・ストーリー

I said the second she stepped inside. Avery blinked at me like I’d just suggested we rob a bank. “Cut your hair as in…trim? Layers?” “No,” I said, voice steady but low. “I want it short.” Her mouth opened. Closed. Then opened again. “Short short?” I nodded. “Like…a curly bob. Side part. I just…” I swallowed. “I want it gone. That hair held too many memories.” Avery didn’t argue, she just smiled and grabbed her cat keys of the counter.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” She flops into the chair with a huff. “I knew you’d hate it.” Reaching over, I run my fingers through the rough cut. A natural blonde like me, Heather has butchered her long locks into a terrible above-the-shoulders bob with streaks of black and red throughout. “It looks like a prison haircut.”

She inquired right before she took a chunk of my hair from the ends and chopped it off. "I want to start afresh, I want to leave the past behind and see what the future holds in store for me." I explained. I couldn't explain how it was tied down to my hair but the more Clara expertly nipped off my waist long hair into a neat bob, I could feel the weight on my chest become lighter. "All done," she announced and I stared at myself in the mirror. "It actually doesn't look bad," she commented and she was right. The cut was perfect as it fell right above my shoulders and if not for my puffy eyes and even puffier cheeks, I would have considered myself beautiful.

Even though it was not her full dimpled smile, it was still better than the frown. The hairdresser stepped back, removing the cloth from Zara’s neck and brushing away the stray hair. As Zara had chopped her hair very unevenly, the hairdresser gave her a pixie bob. Her chocolate-colored hair was slicked back and a fringe with short hair framed her elfish face, bringing out her sharp bone structure. “Do you like it, Princess?” The hairdresser asked with a meek voice, afraid of her rejection. Zara grinned at her and bowed her head. “I love it, thank you so much!”

That was final. She looked at herself in the mirror as the stylist examined her hair. She hadn't had it cut in years (saving her limited money) and it was extremely long. Too long. That said, she didn't want it all cut off. It was a beautiful chestnut color, slightly wavy, soft, and she preferred it long. The stylist had suggested a short bob but she asked for it to reach her mid back. Catherine had backed her up and the stylist finally agreed. She was beginning to work on it and Lucy was comforted to see the limited amount she was removing.

She must have read the cluelessness on my face and took mercy on me, because she turned and addressed the male stylist looking at me expectantly. “I was thinking a tapered pixie with a side parting would suit her delicate features.” I had no idea what she was talking about, but she was clicking around on her phone and then showed me a photo. It was shorter than I had planned, but I liked the idea of something so radically different from how I already looked. “Her hair has a natural texture that would work well.”

But keeping his guard up all the time and trying to dodge it, he had set his stress timers to maximum. He looked in his dresser drawer for a pair of scissors. When there was no solution, it was better to cut. He moved the scissors from here to there removing everything that seemed mistreated until he was satisfied. He had never liked short hair the way young men his age would wear it. A little longer seemed to him that it gave him a more youthful air although this one used to grow very fast. Her hair that had previously caressed her shoulders had led to something akin to a bob cut that was longer in front than in the back, revealing her neck.

He didn't think her tan or blonde hair was natural, but not many people would know this. Bob had packed on some weight and he looked like a big, tired, lumberjack. His brown hair was cut short, almost in a military cut and Troy figured it hid the fact that he was balding on top. He was tall; well over six feet and had steel grey eyes, yet there was a look about him that clearly showed that he was jovial and an honestly nice guy. Bob's wife was a petite, dark haired woman who watched him curiously, perhaps trying to connect him to the selfish bastard that she'd likely heard about from her husband. Then there were the two and four year olds, and Lorie's three who watched him shyly, all exce

Shan grinned at me before dragging me away. I let her. The idea of spending girl time with her was quite appealing. The past few weeks were a bit hectic. What with the move and the tense confrontation with Victor. I needed this respite, I acknowledged silently, and went along with her. We went to a famous salon, New York’s Creation, and immediately attended upon our arrival. We sat side by side while a hair stylist cut our hair. Shan opted for an effortless chic bob that is popular nowadays. The hairdo was characterized by slightly tousled, natural-looking waves with a curtain that looked good on her.

- Oh, yes, the image. We spent about an hour in the beauty salon. The stylist dragged out the pleasure more than sheared the guy. I don't know why, but the girl completely ignored Brandon's icy skin. Copper-colored strands have taken on a new shape. It is shorter on one side, parted on the edge, and the longer part of the hair is thrown back to the left side. Due to the shortened length, a black earring in the ear became visible and part of the tattoo was visible on the neck. Handsome, do not say anything.