Hair

After skipping the salon for about five years I finally decided my hair was something worth caring better for. Though I found it amazing how my hair just naturally stopped growing right at about my shoulders and it had a nice wave, sometimes even a curl to it—with no more maintenance than just daily shampooing and conditioning. But I watched and listened while Jenn had her hair cut by her lifelong hairdresser in Beaver, PA about a month earlier and realized that maybe it was time.

Here, on the opposite side of the continent, hair was the avenue of a homecoming. I took a seat in the chair in front of the woman who cut my hair twenty years earlier. I must say, I like having my hair cut more now because I get to make all of the decisions. Just like watching Jenn’s haircut, it was a fine choreography of combs, scissors, and pinched hands. It was a pleasant ritual and the results were wonderful, so similar to before yet so different. More than anything, it is just a little easier to pass a comb through.

To celebrate the trimmed tresses we made tracks for De Dutch, which is a Dutch themed breakfast and lunch restaurant. I’ve never found anything like it except for the small chain in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia. Their signature item is pannekoek, a large and extremely thin pancake, is used in virtually every dish in masterful ways. My sweet tooth in overdrive, I ordered one covered in strawberries and whipped cream.