One Morning in Richmond
August 2, 2011 § 2 Comments
In which a quick road trip and a visit to my cousin is really just a foil for the lengths to which I will go for a great haircut.
It’s Saturday morning, calm and breezy. Warm but not too warm – yet. This is summer in Virginia, after all. My dear cousin, Carly Childers has recently become a stylist at Blackbird Salon in Richmond and I have an 11:00 appointment.
I-95 was busy, not too surprising for 8am on a beach day. I rocked out to great hits of the 60’s and 70’s through the Fredricksburg traffic and pointless rubbernecking and made it to the salon with moments to spare.
Blackbird is on North Lombardy Street, right near Carytown, and a very picturesque area of Richmond. It’s highly residential, with some of the houses converted into shops here and there. Blackbird Salon appears to be one of these, which makes it feel cozy and, I imagine, makes it convenient for the neighborhood. Need a haircut? Cross the street.
Carly brought me coffee and strapped me into a voluminous black cape. Since we were doing highlights, I had a few moments to myself while she mixed together the magical potions. So I took some pictures.
I tried to catch Carly in this one, but she sneakily walked behind my head just as I took the shot.
We had a delightful visit and a smooth hair cutting experience. By far the coolest my hair has ever looked. After all the oohing and purchasing of product, I was eager to show off my new self to the unsuspecting Richmondians who thought this was just a typical Saturday so far.
Plus, I was hungry. I spotted this friendly little place a few streets over and found a sports bar atmosphere with lots of booths and tables for the lunch crowd. Is it just me, or do I detect a few admiring glances as I walk through the door? This hair could sign autographs.
I ordered a barbecue sandwich (delicious) and chatted with the server, surreptitiously observing my surroundings. There were two TVs in opposite angles of the room, one of which was showing some kind of lumberjack competition and the other was showing commercials.
I walked around the neighborhood a little bit, trying to catch a photo of my hair from the side, which is the coolest angle. I failed miserably at getting any part of me in the photo, but I did land a nice capture of the neighborhood.
It was a good day.