A crazy coupe and a baguette.

For the last two months, it’s felt as though nearly every day is a Thursday.  Mondays felt like Thursdays, Thursdays felt like Thursdays, and – saddest of all – Saturdays & Sundays felt like Thursdays.  You know what a Thursday feels like, right?  That’s the day when you wake up drained from Monday through Wednesday, mistakenly think that it might already be Friday, and hope that you can wait another two days to put your mountain of laundry away.

So imagine my pleasure when yesterday actually felt like – and was – a Saturday!  These days, Saturday mornings almost always consist of an hour and a half long color run.  Color runs are when I’ve stayed up until 1:00 AM the night before trying to get a grasp on which chemicals I’ve used in the previous work week, which ones I’ll likely use in the upcoming week, which ones I’d like to have as backup and which ones would be nice to have to broaden my professional color inventory.  To be sure, this process gets easier; but I’m still a new salon owner, so there’s a learning curve and I can’t afford to be ignorant.  The following morning, after I’ve made my list, Bennett comes with me to Fairfax as I carefully pick out each bottle, tube and tub of red, brown, blonde, bleach and peroxide.  Imagine his boredom.  At this point, he starts making eyes at the employees, hoping they’ll whisk him away (and they have) and let him push any buttons within a twenty foot radius (and they have).  By the time the transaction is complete, he’s made new girlfriends, colored himself with the pen that’s always at the register, sampled and resampled some test lotion, brushed his hair with a selection of brushes and dumped water all over himself.

One year.

One year ago today, many of you wept with me and my family as we said goodbye to our beloved Charley.  How one year has already come and gone, I have no idea.  Never one to shy away from uncomfortable situations, it seemed best to dive headfirst into facing the sadness of this Memorial Day weekend by acknowledging Charley’s passing in a very intentional way.