I had my hair cut today. I have needed a haircut since approx. mid January... but kept having to reschedule. This time I just didn't even bother with my regular salon. I have a friend who cuts hair, she's awesome, and the only reason she isn't my regular stylist is because she's my friend and when I get the itch to switch I would feel bad about leaving her. I love her. You shouldn't love your stylist like that - it's just bad manners to do the bitch-switch to a good friend.
Anyway, I was explaining to her what my normal stylist does, and how she gave me a few more layers last time after she saw that when I came in to the salon I had left my hair wavy because I was in a hurry that day. I'm explaining how I like the extra layers because it makes it easier if I'm in a hurry or don't have to look so great I can just throw some aveda curling product in it and run.
Her interpretation?
"Like yoga pants for hair."
By far the most brilliant and perfect metaphor I have ever heard.
Ever.
She's like the Aristotle of hair. I love her.
