Jan 21, 2010

Show of Hands

Let's have a show of hands for all who travel 3 hours round-trip for a haircut. What? I don't see any hands raised! Well, let me admit that I DO make that trip several times a year. I travel to Bainbridge Island, to the "Whack and Yak", the at-home "salon" of my stylist. She is building a proper salon on her property, but for now, we are in her home. She greets us, always, dressed in a fun ensemble, with a sassy hairdo and a big smile. You see she is a senior stylist at a chi-chi salon in downtown Seattle, but works out of her home 1 day a week. Now, I could take the ferry to Seattle; travel time would be a bit longer, but more scenic. Yet my friend Cathleen and I make a day out of the experience, both getting a much needed hair cut and a some good together time.
Part of the appeal is our stop at the Blackbird Bakery in the little village on the island. The bakery is staffed by a much-pierced-and-tattooed coterie of young people. There are plenty of gluten free and vegan selections. More to the point, LOTS of sweet treats, breads and good espresso and tea drinks. Yesterday we stopped on the way IN to the salon for a quick sweet treat and beverage to-go, then stopped on the way OUT for soup and bread. Ahhh, what a way to spend the day.

2 comments:

Sueann said...

Sounds wonderful!!! I have to travel two whole driveways to get to my hairdresser. She is my neighbor!! LOL!! And we do a glass of wine or some tequila!! Yum! Yesterday we sampled her green chile stew with was fabulous!! I want to see a pic of your hair??!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Anonymous said...

BOY does that sound fun! I think that sounds like one dreamy day. How brilliant to have a friend-stylist. I am terrified to let people touch my hair.

I quit going to the salon about 7 years ago. In the course of 2 years, I had: 1. Someone do such a bad bleach job that 18 inches of my hair broke off 2. Someone died my hair 2 different colors on top and bottom. Red from top to ears, then black from ears to botton. Without my permission...they just 'did their own thing' when I asked for chocolate brown. Bastards. 3. I asked for a 1/2 trim and someone grabbed the hair closest to my face and immediately whacked off 4 inches.
Each time, I was a crying, screaming, angry mess. I find the process too nerve wracking. In Texas, I swear the craziest and most vindictive women become hair dressers.

Now I dye my own and Adam cuts it. Having long, boringly cut hair has its perks, I suppose. It's fairly low maintenance. Styling it is more trouble than anything else, I guess.

I want to see a photo of your hair, too!