Katie always goes to this other place with my sister Christy. It's called Bishops and she really likes them. And now so do I. Here are some unflattering before shots:
We walk in and sign our names on a board and one minute later my hairdresser walks over and says, "Susan?" I stand up and he holds out his hand and says, "Hi, my name is Blah." Yeah, I don't remember what his name was. Not because my hands were sweaty, but because I'm really bad about people introducing themselves to me.
I loved Blah. We talked the whole time about Project Runway and ANTP. I think he expected me to be afraid about cutting my hair, but I never am. Maybe it's because the Williams women grow hair really fast. Maybe it's because I hacked all my hair off when I was sixteen and I didn't die. Maybe it's because I watch ANTP and every time they do the make-overs some snotty girl cries and it makes me mad inside my head.
Blah said his favorite thing was cutting off lots of hair. Yay for him, I guess. It took forever though and Katie came over after her haircut and we all chatted about Katie going to ComicCon and craft festivals and bodysuits. So yeah, go see Blah at Bishops, he's cool. Here's some after shots:
Anyway, we get in the car after our hair cut on the way to Sushi and Katie asks, "Did you have to shake hands with Blah?" Apparently she shook hands with her lady hairdresser too. Told you. It's the curse of sweaty hands.
If you hands are wet
You can surely bet
you'll be shaking hands
with Blah and Yvette.
Actually Katie's hairdresser's name was Annie. I remember because Katie wrote her name down when she signed in as her preferred hairdresser. I left mine blank because I didn't care. If I see the name written down I will remember because I will have a visual memory to look back on. Verbal doesn't do the trick.
Look who came to visit yesterday morning:
He looks scary in that photo like he is hissing, but he is just meowing.
Gosh, as if you don't get enough photos of Cinnamon on Katie's blog.