Cohenisms and Haircuts: Guest post by Lindsey Lowe

My son, Cohen, is a bit particular. Okay, maybe even borderline OCD. And since he was bitty, he has had major hang-ups about getting his hair cut. This has presented somewhat of a problem because he's got a lot of hair! And it seems to grow at rocket speed. Fortunately for everyone involved, a solution has emerged, and that beautiful, talented and ever-so-lovely solution is Morgan Claborn.

Not only does Morgan do a fantastic job on my child's perpetually untidy and cowlick-ridden head of hair, but also he absolutely ADORES her. It probably doesn't hurt that she is willing to amuse him in all his quirks and Cohenisms, such as "how many times are you going to use THOSE scissors?" So now my son actually looks forward to haircuts, and I am doubly happy because his hair has never looked so great.

Morgan has more than 10 years experience as a stylist, and she also has amazing personal taste. Her affinity for aesthetics is something I believe makes her topnotch as hair stylists go. It puts her in another realm. She not only knows what looks good, but she also has the skills needed to bring forth those good looks. Her attention to detail also adds to the overall success of each cut.

She now cuts my hair, my son's hair (of course), my sister's hair and she also unleashes her talents on the heads of many of my Chattanooga friends and acquaintances. Her rates are more than affordable, and her company is delightful to boot. If you are looking for a new summer style, I cannot recommend her enough.

Thanks Lindsey, I ADORE Cohen so dealing with his "isms" is great fun! Guys, if you want a cut, email me at morgangriggs@att.net and I will pass along my cell phone number to you.

All the Best XO, Morgan

Riley: The Man Behind the Counter

If you have been in the shop recently, chances are you have met my husband, Riley. He is kindly holding down the fort for me on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and I have been enjoying the extra time off to craft, hang out with the pets and enjoy this beautiful weather. I wanted to introduce you all to the heavily mustached man behind the counter, meet Riley!

 Hi Riley, tell us a little about yourself?

I love things that make sound.  I'm a musician, a noise artist and a lover of the little animals.  

How did you end up in Chattanooga, the proud owner of a rad women's boutique?

Morgan and I were searching for a picturesque city on an economic upswing where we could open our business.  Chattanooga fit the bill and had the added bonus of being a pretty rad place.

What's the nerdiest thing about yourself you are willing to tell us?

The 3rd Doctor is my favorite.

Your current favorite Chattanooga grub?

My favorite is still the veggie reuben dog at Good Dog.

If you could teleport anywhere right now, where would it be and why?

Somewhere with fewer questions. 

If you could visit the home of anyone, living or deceased and have a few craft beers with them, who would it be and why?

Buckminster Fuller or Alfred Korzybski.   They once met each other so can I say both?  I enjoy listening to smart people.

Favorite random Chattanooga trivia.

There's a cave under the national cemetery.   They sealed it up a long time ago.

What do you miss most about Austin?

Food trailers.

Best part about working at Fredonia?

I like interacting with the public and telling them what the weather is supposed to do.   It's my thing.   Don't judge.

Stop by, say hi to him and ask him who Buckminister Fuller is!?! 

Influences Part I

 This post was originally featured on http://sheworeitanyways.com/ but I love it so much that I wanted to share it with you on this blog. My Nanny was a HUGE and lasting influence on me in more ways than I can mention. She was a huge personality with a huge love of life. I hope you enjoy!

Hair piled high, gin and tonic and a smoke in hand; my Nanny was a force to be reckoned with. When I think of her what comes to mind is her snarky sense of humor, her laugh, her coral lipstick and her fabulous rhinestone cat eye glasses. Hell on wheels in her 1975 Cadillac, rocking a fur, she WAS Auntie Mame. If you have never read the book or seen the 1958 movie, do yourself a favor and read or watch ASAP. Nanny was a proper lady with an edge; a Flapper in the 20’s, a photographer for the Army during WWII, had a dresser drawer full of white gloves, dressed to the nines to match her luggage when she flew and NEVER wore white after Labor Day.

When I was a kid, my Grandparents had a pool which was the hub of neighborhood activity in the summers.  I was completely obsessed with the lady’s bathing ensembles. This was the early to mid-1970’s and many of the ladies were still sporting bathing attire from as far back as the 50’s. Beaded and rubber floral bathing caps, highwaisted 2 piece Bark Cloth bikinis, flowy chiffon robes, all kinds of head wraps and huge sunglasses, Dashikis and amazing beaded and bejeweled sandals(with heels of course). I loved nothing more than to play dress up with them while the ladies swam and drank.

 

Sadly, I lost her when I was 11. She made a huge impact on me in that small amount of time and not a single day has gone by since that I haven’t thought about her or missed her. She was, what she often referred to others as, a “character.” She taught me to pin curl, set and pick out her hair; I later attended beauty school and can turn out a wicked mean roller set. She fostered my imagination, it was one of her favorite words and always encouraged me to be myself. My most cherished possessions are my photos of her going back to 1927, my black and white silent films of her from the late 40’s donning  a cotton crop top, high waisted shorts and milkmaid braids.  Fabulous. Flawless. Missed.