I’ve always found it strange how one develops a liking for something specific. The feel of towels right out of the dryer, or paper after some wax has melted on it. Even the smell of crayons. All of which have strange little stories attached to how my affinity grew for them but I have to attribute my thing for girls with short hair to Watts from Some Kind of Wonderful.

So for that and the many a memory of the mechanics VHS tapes thanks Mr. Hughes.