OK, so one of the things that suffered most during the winter of my underemployment was the personal care stuff. Haven't had a haircut since December, or had my eyebrows waxed since I don't know when. Not that I didn't WANT to do these things, but when your income is basically zero, they become luxuries that are out of grasp.
I'm now back to having a regular paycheck, and I'm headed to Chicago this weekend for a wedding, so I figured that was as good an excuse as any to splurge on myself a little. After investigating on the web a bit and asking around, I took the advice of a co-worker and booked an appointment for this morning at the Charles Penzone Grand Salon. After parking my little Chevrolet in amongst the Benzes and Beemers, I reacted exactly as this friend predicted I would upon entering the building -- the gut response was, "Dear Lord, I can't POSSIBLY afford this..." Plush carpeting, comfy chairs, soft ambient music, humongous cathedral ceilings, a free beverage bar, all the makings of a bona fide spa experience.
Turns out, I can afford it. For a mere fifty bucks later, my hair and my eyebrows look better than they have in ages, and I'm remembering that taking care of these things is not splurging at all, but something all of us need to do for ourselves every once in a while.
I look, but more importantly I feel just great. Excited to go to work this afternoon and show off kind of great. Confident that not getting to see a certain someone in Chicago will be his loss and not mine kind of great. “Screw you, world, I have a sassy haircut,” kind of great.
O’course, who knows what my hair will see fit to do tomorrow…
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
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Don't you be comin' to town, bringin' yer fancy haircut and lookin' down on us pooooor folk 'cause all we got is Mario Tri-co-chi and that don't rate no more. Sheesh. I feel sassed in advance...and don't you be wrigglin' dem eyebrows at no boys when yer here neither.
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