Him: "I want a nose piercing."
Me: "I want my hair cut."
Thank god we did it in that order. If I had gone to get my hair cut first, then I would have just wandered into the first place that I found and probably would be writing a terrible review lamenting ever having gone to the place. But hark! We got the nose pierced first, and glory! When we asked if they knew a good place for a haircut everyone in the store jumped all over trying to call Robyn, I think I have Robyn's card, you really have to see Robyn, Robyn, Robyn, Robyn.
They were so right. She was sweet, she was smart, and best of all she knew what the hell to do with my hair much better than I did. Nothing pushy, politely chatty and gave me exactly the haircut I wanted even though I didn't know what that was when I first walked in. And that is the sign of a great stylist.