yvonne's doll house.

see this place?  this strip mall hair salon?

I LOVE THIS PLACE.

{yet another example of how reasonable i really am - strip mall hair-do}

and no surprise, jen introduced me.

it's filled with formica marble counter tops

and stucco'd pillars

even a little 1991 purple.

we never miss each other's appointments

which are usually on saturday mornings...

along with all the old ladies who are there to get their weekly hair set.

we have a system -

the non-hair-doer is responsible for diet cokes from the mcdonald's across the street.

one for me

one for her

and one for chani, our really awesome hair girl.

then we rock out to b98.7

predicting the next crappy love tune.

it never gets old.

and when we're there

we command the attention of every last person in that salon.

everybody knows our business.
especially the old ladies.
{we make them laugh.}

they're ALWAYS entertained by our stories.

and thankfully, since it's in a strip mall

when you're in  need of some fels-naptha soap all quick and immediate like

the grocery store is just twenty paces away.