It has been a long and winding road. A road of horridity. A road of crapicity. A road that has left me unwilling to subject myself to regular maintenance due to the feeling of impending doom…
Monday I looked in the mirror and it was clear that something had to be done. Quite frankly, anything.
I called a salon that had just opened up in town. I figured the less Holly history someone has the better.
Of course they were closed on Monday (see how far out of the self maintenance loop I am?) but they cheerfully (yes…cheerfully) returned my call Tuesday morning and set me up for an appointment that afternoon.
I walked in. The receptionist was warm and friendly. I was taken back to the chair and I saw it.
I saw it…
They had tiled the walls with the most amazing tile I recently saw this very tile at the tile showroom. Ever since that showroom moment I have been mentally figuring out how to sell our current house and build a new house around that very tile. Hi tile of glory, I am home.
A lovely person did my color. She listened to me. *gasp* She made suggestions. *gasp* We had free-flowing conversation. *gasp*
The whole time I get to gaze at the tile of glory.
Another lovely person did my haircut. She listened to me. *gasp* She made suggestions. *gasp* We had free-flowing conversation. *gasp*
The whole time I get to gaze at the tile of glory.
She then waxed my eyebrows. I had no input here. I am a brow moron. She took over in a as-gently-as-this-is-going-to-go-down kinda way. *gasp…little tear…* We had free-flowing conversation. *gasp…little tear…*
And if I could see through the pain I could have gazed at the tile of glory.
Oh, oh, oh! I forgot a really good part. While I was in those foil thingys that you have to wait 20 minutes to do whatever they lead me over to a COMPUTER THAT WAS CONNECTED TO THE WORLD WIDE WEB and I leisurely visited many of you.
I know. I know. This is WAY TO GOOD TO BE TRUE. But wait, there is more…
I stop to pay at the front desk and this is posted, “We do NOT accept gratuities. We are professionals”.
At this point my hair and brows could look like crap…
You had me at the tile.
But in another stroke of amazingness, my hair and brows look fabulous.
I will get someone to take a picture of me today just to prove it.
And then I am going back to take a picture of that tile…
very pretty.
It will be at least 10 years before they open up a spot like that in Jonesboro.
“We are professionals”? Really. That’s too much. That and the internet!
Love the tale.
That place is going to rake it in. Internet and no tipping? I wonder if they franchise.
Don’t you LOVE the no tipping policy? The spa I go to for the occasional facial or pedicure has the same. Makes me very happy! I had my eyebrows waxed once — ripped the skin off my eyelids!! I’ll stick to tweezers.
If the salon has THE tile, it must be fate!
Please oh please don’t say that you woke up this morning and realized that it was just a dream.
Oh how frickin’ wonderful!! I want to come to THAT salon!!! *dies a little inside*
not that I need my brows done…just for the tile, the WWW, and the wonderful conversation…