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…
You must be livin’ right, girl.
Either that, or they’re desperate for new business and NEED for you to come back.
Heh.
it sounds far too good to be true. You sure it isn’t some scientologist scheme, lure you in with kindness, and the next thing you know you’re jumping up and down on couches professing your love for a far-too-young-for-you-celebrity?
Yeah to you getting beautified! And to tile lust.
Wow that is great! I take it you’ll be revisiting?
Well, that certainly sounds too good to be true. You best post those pictures to prove it.
Oooooh! I am soooo jealous! Sooo jealous. I haven’t been to a “salon” since the last (nasty word that rhymes with witch) sat me in a corner for an HOUR with the die on my hair. That was…. um….. last year sometime. Scary.
So, I’m gonna have to come to Dallas to get my hair done? I’ll do it if I don’t have to see the in-laws – promise?
It’s ALL about the tile, honestly it is! I am way too chicken to have my eyebrows done professionally, although I really need to have it done.
Can’t wait to see the pic!
And a salon with http://WWW... heaven 😉
But wait! You didn’t tell us the name of this new salon! (And also, about your wavy/curly hair: do you feel like they gave you a good cut?)
And lo, the angels did sing!
Sounds like a little piece of salon heaven!