Thanks to a tip from the Kilby’s, I got a haircut today from Commune (just a layered-y trim.) I knew I was in a safe, happy place from the moment I entered – from the tiny cute asian girls in boyfriend jeans staffing the joint, to the cases holding little precious jewelries, to the soft perfect music playing, to the general smell of lilacs.  So when the tiny cute Asian girl who’d been giving me a head and neck massage asked me if I’d like her to rub my hair down with lemon, rosemary, or lavender oil, I just said yes.