A Hair Story

I am going to NY next week for the Yoga Journal New York Conference. While there, I'll also be having dinner with my editor and my agent (don't I feel snappy about that, yes I do!)A few weeks ago when I was setting up my trip, my editor and I somehow started talking about hair, which is something of an obsession of mine. Hair is like any other artistic medium and I love it when it looks alive, moves, and suits the person well.Patty, my editor, told me her boyfriend cuts hair and would I like him to cut mine? I did a little sleuthing and turns out her boyfriend, Yves Durif, is one of the top hair cutters in New York.So already, as if my book wasn't a big enough adventure, now I am going to NY and getting my hair cut by a famous NY hairdresser. I am very excited! His muse is Juliette Binoche, so we shall see if by this time next week, I look just a wee bit plus Francaise.

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