Friday, July 16, 2010

Being Pampered

I'm writing this from under a shelter of alfoil. Neatly folded back around my face are numerous foils and my free hair is a fluffed out nest. Not yet a good look but I have complete faith that the end result will be great.

I love going to the hairdresser. Like the beautician or having a massage it makes me feel extremly decadent to be fussed over, primped and attended to. Yes of course we pay for these services but once you reach adulthood there are just so few occassions when yon can sit back and be the absolute centre of attention.

Ahh the buzzer is sounding. Off to get beautiful and enjoy the massage chair at the wash basin. Oh the luxury of it all.

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