This past Saturday I went to a hair salon in Soho called Devachan. Devachan specializes in cutting curly women's hair and apart from the fact that I practically threw up in the car on the way there (I LOATHE getting my haircut), it turned out to be a very positive experience.
Devachan has their own philosophy about washing (not washing really is their philosophy) and conditioning your hair and it was refreshing to be in a salon that catered to curly hair after years and years of having hairdressers look at me cross-eyed while they lamely attempted to cut my curly hair.
And the pinnacle of having my hair cut is always the blow dry with a diffuser. Are you freaking kidding me? A diffuser? Unless of course, I spare myself the annoyance of the dreaded diffuser and just have them blow it out straight. Haircuts for women with curly hair are torture from start to finish.
The older I get, the less I care what other people think, so the last few haircuts I had, I took the hairdryer from the stylist, threw that stupid diffuser to the floor and asked if they minded if I finished the blowout myself?
Believe it or not at Devachan, I was the one with the least curly hair. Since my hair is long, my curls are long and my hair seemed dare I say straight compared to some of the women in the salon. Nice change of pace.
Anyway, I made my entire family come with me because I was scared I wasn't going to find parking and that I might miss my appointment if there was traffic. The appointment that took four months to get.
So to each of my loved ones I had to promise, or rather bribe them with something in return for their hauling ass with me into the city on a Saturday morning. Belle is usually always up for a good time so I promised her that indeed a good time would be had. Drew, well I won't embarrass him and tell you what was promised to him. And Lily, my god people you have never seen a kid do whatever you want her to do like the promise of a frosted donut. And the way she eats this donut, you don't even want to know because I am her Mother and even I can't watch sometimes.
So after my haircut we went all the way across town to get this donut, and I mean ALL the way as we were on first avenue and had to go all the way to sixth. On a Saturday afternoon. It wasn't that fun. Finally after about a half hour, we made it to this tiny unassuming little hole in the wall donut place called The Donut Pub.
Lily chose the donut below and believe it or not, it fell flat. My belief is that it was made with some kind of real frosting and not enough partially hydrogenated oils, because she didn't like it. And that is like, I don't know what, it just isn't right. Lily not liking a donut, that just isn't right.
