snip n sip

pre-snippage

Pretty much since we moved here, Ali and I have been dying to get our haircut at the Snip N Sip. I have had the business card tacked on my wall for months and months. Since Ali is leaving in a few weeks, and since the accumulation of hair in my shower drain is getting ridiculous, we decided to bite the bullet and make the appointment so we could finally check it off our list. After a few wee coffees in the Forest cafe we shuffled next door and met Magda, our Polish hair designer for the afternoon, who promptly offered us two shots of honey vodka. “Na zdrowie!” She told us of her humble beginnings cutting hair in the stairwells of hostels and of her many Edinburgh Fringe Festival lovers and her yacht and her tree house. She snipped, we sipped, and then Ali and I took our sexy selves to the mosque kitchen for some sag aloo and rice and then parted ways. Ali and her flirty bangs strolled off back to her flat as I rambled home only to happen upon a spontaneous parade coming from the Meadows. I’m still not sure what we were celebrating, but I enjoyed the drums and flutes nonetheless.  

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