changes like: bangs.

things change.
and sometimes there is nothing 
around you reflecting
that change you feel.


what can be done?
sometimes nothing.
but sometimes
something must be done.


something drastic.


to remind you everyday
of the change you
feel all around.
and of the change you
feel within yourself. 


this past week.
i did that something drastic.


uh-oh.


i got bangs.


i didn’t just get bangs 
anywhere.
i went to the cutest, most
shabby-est of chic-ish interior
shabby-chic has ever seen before.


i tell no lies.
this is not something to
joke about.
that’s how perfectly
fabulous it was.


where was i
you ask?

why! this lovely place,

yes you did just read
correctly.
salon & creative space.
um-hello?


if only i wasn’t so busy
eye-goggling mirrors,
wallpaper & chaise lounges
pillows & birdcages
lamps & wall art…


if only i wasn’t so absorbed
in the act of
you know, getting bangs…


i would have snapped some
photos to share.
because this place.
this salon & creative space
must be known.


but alas
the only visual i can share
is what can be found on 
their website.

no matter.
you’ll just have to visit
yourself i guess.


tucked between the hour car rental
& the bird cafe
BANGbang is nestled cozily
into a weathered brick exterior.
right in the Kingfield
neighborhood.


as my stylist
stood snipping away
layer upon layer of locks,


she remarked,
“why didn’t you come after 3pm? 
then you could have sipped on a 
glass of wine.”


oh why oh why
didn’t i?!


instead i enjoyed my
orange juice.
next time, i promised
my palate. 


i had to ask her.
as she snipped snipped away.
because what she was doing
was pretty typical.
yet how she approached it
…something was
different.


“each head of hair
is my canvas,” she remarked.
“to create, style and transform.
that’s the fun part.
the creating.
helping to create
the change for people.
that’s why i do this.”


and that,
is precisely what she did.
style & trim.
here, here & then suddenly
… there.
an artist in her
own right.


her work
reflected something deep
inside that
was begging to be
expressed.


BANGbang assisted me
in that expression.


“there!” she said,
twisting me around to see
her final touches.
“i’m done here.”


good, i thought.
now my work begins.
to settle into
the change inside
as well as the change
that is now
staring right back at
me.


“oh yeah, and pop in
anytime
for a bang trim.
they’re free!”


i can’t exactly remember.
but i think
i might have hugged
her.


have you been to BANGbang?
do tell. do tell.


– n.