My hair stylist, Erin, is the shizz. She's as honest as they come, nothing she ever does is painful, she gives good wash, and her knowledge of stylization blows me away (sometimes literally).
She does amazing blow-out as well. You expect a red carpet when you leave her capable little hands, she's so damn good.
The salon she works at, Bouffant Daddy, is also the shizz. It's like stepping into a hot mess of fun, where you know you're guaranteed a good time and then some.
Everyone should love their stylist like they love their man. It took me 30-something years to find mine. About damn time.
