I received a lovely gift from my husband -- an appointment at my favorite local salon for last weekend. I had put off my salon services to try to save a little money. But it was time. Waaaay past time, sister. In fact, my eyebrows were starting to compete with Michael Dukakis.
So I arrived at the salon, ready to be pampered. The eyebrow technician helped me first. I started apologizing immediately about my appearance (ladies, I know you have been there). The problem was, she was very happy to agree with me. In fact, she threw in her own zinger about how bad the eyebrows looked. Uh oh.
Seven minutes later, I'm already looking better, whew. I'm on my way to the hair stylist's chair. He immediately said, "Wow, we really should have scheduled you to have color done too." Darn it, he was absolutely right. I haven't seen that many grays since I saw Betty White looking HOT in Cleveland. But I hadn't had one moment to call my own over the past week or I would have colored it. Or maybe I would have just sat and watched TV or played on Facebook. Anyway, I got a nice mini-facial and I hear him say in a horrified voice, "Your skin is SO dry!?!" Dang it all, the one time I forgot to moisturize in the morning.
Yes, I know.
I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW!
This is why I am here at the salon.
So you can make me beautiful.
I need all the help I can get, people.
My stylist was actually fantastic & I looked 3000% better after leaving. Beautified.... and a little beaten up.