the patron saint of bad hair days
this is jason. he is the kind of friend who will tell you that you have a poppy seed stuck in your front tooth. who will advise you that you absolutely, positively should not wear those shoes with that dress. who can spot a prada knock-off and VPLs at 40 paces. who will regale you with stories like the one about the client in the next chair who called a hand cream with dead sea minerals "dead semen rolls." and he will do it all while waving a pair of scissors within a quarter-inch of your right earlobe.
it's not enough to say the guy is a genius hairstylist. i liken his technique to a laying on of hands. it's practically a religious experience. anyone who can take frizzy, overprocessed hair and turn it into sleek, gisele waves is pretty much a god to me.
so, awhile back, when he commissioned me to knit him a vest, who was i to say no? especially when he agreed to pay for it with something far more valuable than mere money: free blowouts and haircuts.
lately, i've started to get the impression that jason is just a tad skeptical about my progress on the vest, what with all my recents posts on feathers and shaggi bags and UO cowls. lurk all you want, jason. i am so onto you.
oh ye of little faith.
Posted by knitlit kate at 12:00 PM