Woodley and Bunny: Bunnyshop Hearts

So we spent the weekend putting together our Domestic Guide to Haircuttery—please check it out and definitely submit yours!—and we actually hypnotized, or something, ourselves into getting a haircut! (It was sort of amazingly mind-meld-y. Or we are very suggestible.)
We took a reader's suggestion to go to Woodley and Bunny! We were very excited about this entire thing, because we felt like we were making such good use out of this information. We went in looking to get our normal thing done, but Jacob—who we got randomly, since we were a Sunday afternoon walk-in—talked us out of it, and did something new, and it was all so incredibly fantastic. (Jacob at Woodley and Bunny = five stars out of five.) But the we went to pay. We had called to be sure that we could use one type of credit card, and we could, but we forgot to ask if we could add the tip on it, and we couldn't, and we were that terrible person who can't tip appropriately. (Or, in our case, anything.) But the guy at the desk, Azul, was super super nice about it, and did not make us feel like a loser, or lame, as we may have when we were tasked with processing payments at our hair salon in San Francisco. Anyway, before we went, we were all, Ugh, do we reallly have to go to Williamsburg for this, why can't we do this in Park Slope, they're so mean there, etc etc, but he couldn't have been nicer about this very ridiculous situation.
Anyway, we love the Domestic Guide to Haircuttery, as it provided us with a fabulous new hair stylist at what is actually a very friendly salon.
And we sent a check with the tip, in case anyone's wondering how that story ended.
We're guessing this is the shampoo used on our hair: Davines Moisturizing Shampoo with Rocket Extract—all we know is that is was totally delicious—$19.95







In today's Reader Mail: 
The Bunnyshop caucus: man, do we wish CNN would pick this up. Because the winner, overwhelmingly: Barack Obama. The final results:
So a few days ago, this hair dryer showed up in our mailbox. This turned out to be quite good timing, as we have been looking at a mammoth pile of bangs like they are some sort of giant rabbit that set up shop on our forehead. We have been busy(-ish) with a new job, in an actual office. Our boss actually owns this bag. We have the kind of job we are talking about when we say, as we often do, that sometimes you need to buy your way into a promotion. It is not the kind of job where you should be going around with unkempt bangs. 


























