Right now I’m writing instead of cleaning my disastrous apartment. I swear I used to be better at it, but my roommate never comes home anymore, so it’s hard to motivate. Plus there’s been shopping this week (four separate trips to Banana Republic to ensure the best deals on suit components), and basically no dish-doing or trash-taking-out. It is disastrous. It is not quite squalor, but it is close. Sorry, Lacey and Erica, as you will witness it in a couple hours, but I know you’ll forgive me. Anyway. Onward!
(Denver Love Letter #7)
I’ve never been one for “haircuts” — trims were always more my style, and I rarely even got those. My hair was usually pretty long, and also wavy, plus I never fixed it (ha — I still don’t, really), so it didn’t make sense to pay any more than, say, $12 twice a year (if that) to have a student at some academy do it. …but when I cut 15″ off of my hair in summer of 2008 and went short and curly, I took a friend’s recommendation (Paige, I am forever indebted) and saw Liz at Salon No Dice. Liz put my hair in a ponytail and cut it off all at once, and then went to work making it look good. I didn’t cry. She was amazed.
Liz is the best thing that ever happened to my hair. She gets that I don’t want to spend hours doing anything with it (ha — or even minutes, really), and that I’m not going to blow dry it straight every morning, and she cuts accordingly using the coolest thinning scissors EVER. She also shows me how to fix it. And she is easy to talk to and real and not all girly-girl about everything. Most of all, she’s very, very good at what she does. After I get my hair cut, strangers and friends alike ask me who cuts it. AND she’s mere blocks away from my apartment. I will be so sad if I leave and have to find someone new to cut my hair. It might even be a good reason to come back every 6-8 weeks.