Invented in America by Ruth Wakefield. You're welcome, Canada . Image via Wikipedia When I go to the salon to get my hair done (cut, color, style), I know that I am committing to at least a 3-hour errand. Yes, 3 hours of reading trashy magazines, silence, sipping coffee, shifting in an uncomfortable chair and being hungry. It's okay though. I always leave feeling like a million bucks. The sore bottom and hunger pangs will pass. There is a rare occasion, however, when you get a stylist that is a real person - someone who knows how to talk to you. They all try to make conversation. Pleasantries. That can get old quickly. It's forced. It's awkward. And honestly, I'd rather just be quiet than converse with someone who is just filling the air with sound. I met one of these exceptional hairdressers this week. Her name was Carrie, she was also new in town and she was fabulous! Like two old girlfriends, we talked about everything - weather, money, kids, marriage, pets..