Ladies and gentlemen, it is a big morning here at the KSR Nashville compound, and not just because we’re halfway through the week. It is Haircut Day, meaning that for the first time in over four months, my shaggy locks will finally be in the hands of a professional.
In April, I gamely gave my husband a quarantine haircut, but resigned myself to the ole ponytail until I could get to a salon. It will be a little weird getting a haircut with a mask on, but at this point, I’m willing to do anything to avoid looking like Cousin Itt.