Sterling Weaver

I met Sterling one summer morning while she was visiting Marianne and Mitch at, of all places, the dog park. I remember shy, beautiful, but clearly very intelligent Sterling was to join grandma for a hair style and color, a process that I don’t seem to understand, nor can I now remember the name of the process. Afterwards, I was forwarded a photo that was a gloriously stunning example of the colorized cut. I still cannot remember the name of the resulting look, but I will never forget how beautiful she looked!. I feel your pain, that of a loving grandparent. Joy for the time you had, sadness for your loss!