Erika gets me. Really.
Actually, I think she gets everyone. She is great at reading people and interpreting what they actually want when they sound a little confused.
Over the summer I decided to cut off a large amount of hair. I brought Erika a couple of pictures that probably did not have anything to do with one another, but I sat down and she knew what I wanted. I have loved every haircut I have gotten from her.
Hubski's mom was in town a few months ago. After getting a terrible haircut at an overpriced salon in West Hollywood, she saw my hair and insisted we make an appointment for her right away. This conversation ensued:
"Mamechka, the place I go is a little punky."
"OK"
"Erika has tattoos and piercings, and green hair."
"OK, vat's de problem?"
We went that afternoon and now she can't stop raving about Erika. The haircut was fabulous and much less expensive than the one Erika had to fix.
She's a badass. No one else can come near my hair with sharp objects.