the next best thing..
I've always been a big believer in taking pleasure in the small things in life.
It can create some interesting situations though.. See, I had a haircut today. The thing about me (and many girls i know) is a haircut is normally far more than just a utilitarian grooming exercise. A great haircut has the power to literally change my whole outlook on life.. if only for a few days. It's retail therapy at its greatest in a way- for only $69 I can totally change the way i look and feel.
And my haircut today was no exception. It was almost a fucking spiritual experience, it was so good. A little too good in fact. The moment i realised how absurd it was becoming was during this exchange with my (altogether lovely) female hairdresser.
This came after a long, hot head massage in the heated leather chairs.. which in itself is enough to put a smile on my face. Then, the liberating feeling of watching massive amounts of newly cut hair drifting onto the floor. Plus like i said, my hairdresser is a champ, we'd been happily chatting about plans for the weekend, how a new haircut makes you want to go out etc. But this next moment is when it all got a little weird:
Her (running her hands through my newly short yet untexturised hair): Your hair's so thick. I can't wait to get in there and texturise it.
Me (smiling with pleasure and anticipation): I know.. I can't wait for you to texturise it either.
I think i need to get out more.
It can create some interesting situations though.. See, I had a haircut today. The thing about me (and many girls i know) is a haircut is normally far more than just a utilitarian grooming exercise. A great haircut has the power to literally change my whole outlook on life.. if only for a few days. It's retail therapy at its greatest in a way- for only $69 I can totally change the way i look and feel.
And my haircut today was no exception. It was almost a fucking spiritual experience, it was so good. A little too good in fact. The moment i realised how absurd it was becoming was during this exchange with my (altogether lovely) female hairdresser.
This came after a long, hot head massage in the heated leather chairs.. which in itself is enough to put a smile on my face. Then, the liberating feeling of watching massive amounts of newly cut hair drifting onto the floor. Plus like i said, my hairdresser is a champ, we'd been happily chatting about plans for the weekend, how a new haircut makes you want to go out etc. But this next moment is when it all got a little weird:
Her (running her hands through my newly short yet untexturised hair): Your hair's so thick. I can't wait to get in there and texturise it.
Me (smiling with pleasure and anticipation): I know.. I can't wait for you to texturise it either.
I think i need to get out more.