March 8, 2008
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Today I bid farewell to my trusty, 2.5-year-old hairclaw, the cheapo plastic of which cracked when I tried to coif my tresses this morning. Behold the snaggletooth:
Can I do anything but throw this in the garbage? It’s seen the wars. But Arrgh. Waste.
In other ‘do-related news, I got a haircut this a.m. — it had been 13 mos. — at Ten Pachi, an indie-mod University District salon. Twenty bones for a sweet cut; I’m now rockin’ a Stevie Nicks–circa–Rumours look. If you go, see Dot. She’s super.