Smelly Cat

Sydney got her hair done today. We laughed about how we have each heard people say, "I got my hair did". It seemed like old times for me. Syd and I have spent many Saturday mornings at the salon. There is no other experience like the African American Salon.

I always get curious looks, as you don't see too many Black Men taking their daughters to the beauty shop. Of course, I get all of my instructions from my wife. Over time I have learned phrases like, Wash-N-Set, Doobie, Kiddy Perm, Touch-up, etc. I don't pretend to know what all that means, and because we are dealing with a black women's hair, I simply say what I am told to say, and no-one gets hurt.

After the doobie, we spent an hour or so at the "Smelly Cat". I wouldn't be caught dead at a place with a name so, well -gay, unless I was spending time with my daughter. Smelly Cat is a beatnik style coffee shop in the artsy district called NO DA, short for North Davidson, While we were there I brought back another tradition from my past with Sydney. While she was reading I did a sketch of her. I like how it came out. This is one of numerous drawings I have done of her over the years. Most of which, coincidentally were inspired and executed at a coffee shop. More often than not the coffee shop was Starbucks. Good coffee, a fresh sketch book and an afternoon with The Syd-Meister - Life is good!