I Got My Hairs Did

As a child, I loathed haircuts. I would scream, cry, bite, refuse blow drying and styling, and generally make our family stylists’ lives miserable (relevant side note: I’d like to offer my sincere apologies to Sheila, who cut my hair between the ages of 2 and 7, and Jenny, who cut my hair immediately thereafter; you are angels with golden hearts and iron patience).

My tastes haven’t changed much since then, though I am now less prone to temper tantrums. I’m uncomfortable receiving the ministrations of relative strangers, I don’t like making small talk–I basically spend the entire appointment neurotically and silently vacillating between hoping the stylist doesn’t ask me personal questions and wondering if it would be rude to take a nap.

This background info stands as testimony to the fact that I generally don’t like hair services and, if I was to give a glowing review, you would be damn sure that it would be sincere and deserved. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Brooke at Antonio Salon for giving me a totally bitching angled bob and Carissa at Vain for turning it a beautiful, bold orange. I love my hair transformation and I’m excited to return to these talented women for future services!

 

Also, SORRY ABOUT THE WEIRD FACE IN MY FEATURED IMAGE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE NORMAL FACES I’M SORRY

Pride Parade! Pride Parade!

Last month a data set was released which supports Seattle’s claim to the throne as Most Gay-Friendly City in America. Thus, it should come as no surprise that Pride Parade is (and long has been) a big deal around these parts. The inimitable George Takei will be leading the parade as Grand Marshall this Sunday, and I could not possibly be more stoked.

In the Venn diagram of my three great loves (Star Trek, human rights/community activism, and parties), George Takei at Seattle Pride sits smack dab in the intersection. So obviously, I have been practicing different makeup looks for this most auspicious day. Who else will be attending the Pride Parade? What are you most excited for?

Best of Seattle: Julep Downtown

I have troll feet. It is an inescapable fact. Mangled, broken, sausage toes cling like barnacles to the ends of my wide, scaly feet. You may also remember that my hands ain’t much to look at, either. For obvious reasons, I try not to wear sandals unless absolutely necessary.  So it should come as no surprise that when sandals are absolutely necessary, I enjoy the occasional mani/pedi to beat my extremities into submission. Last month was no exception, as I was preparing for a week-long triple-date* beach vacation in Hilton Head. With high expectations, I scheduled an appointment for a pedicure and gel manicure at Julep’s salon on 5th.  Continue reading