The most excellent Stick and Stone has gone out of business. This means there is no store in the LA area that is solely dedicated to things like spinning and weaving and specifically non-knitting fiber arts. Which isn’t to say they didn’t have knitting stuff too? Just, they were mostly on the spinning side.
I’m sad. The natural barrier of “going over The Hill” into the Valley kind of precluded frequent visits. I wish I had supported them more, spent more money and been a more active part of their community. It’s important to show up for the little brick and mortar guys and I think the internet makes it easy to forget to do that.
I supported their going out of business sale, at least. Everything in the store was 30-40% off. I’m reliably informed that the new lace flyer for the Kromski will spin like the wind. Can’t wait to try her out.
This is what I look like without makeup. Totally sleep deprived. Exhausted. That’s ok. You all love the real me, right? You don’t need eyeliner.
The POINT is, my hair is looking fabulous and it shines purple in the sunlight because the Hair God just did his magic again. I haven’t gone to my Hair God since before J moved out, and today I just thought ya know, screw it, I need some pampering. So I have a fresh coat of paint, lost about 6-7 inches of length (and it feels like about ten pounds lighter, holy cow) and had a blowout. Swingy fabulosity, just in time for summer! My forehead, fingertips and ears are also dyed a fabulous shade of violet but that’ll wash off in a day or two. While I was there, I got a free neck massage and a hand massage and I feel kind of fantastic.
I will forever be completely faithful to My Hair God. I will light joss in front of his picture, I will scatter rose petals before his feet as he walks. There is no other Hair God but My Hair God. Bigoudi Salon, y’all. Ask for Chris. He’s so worth it.
It so totally makes up for waking up this morning and discovering that the kittens had shredded open a bag of South African mohair, and spent the night rolling in it and playing with it all over the bedroom floor. Somehow, even though it was happening less than 4 feet from my bed, I slept through the whole entire thing. Sadly I did not capture it on camera. I wish I had. The whole thing was rather spectacular.