I have a lot of business to do next week– a sales conference with my romance publisher and then a conference in MN. My hair hasn’t been cut in six months and my nails were ragged from gardening, so I had it all done today. I was going to cut my hair all off and dithered for a week about it. I really like having long, long hair and I’m finally getting it back–but really worry that it’s not very professional to have it so long. So I asked everybody last week, gathering opinions like the eternal sister I am ("does this look okay?" "No," your sister says, "you look like a dork. Take it off."). CR said, "you are beautiful, whatever you do." Mother & sister said, "you’re miserable without your hair." I was still planning to probably cut it this morning. The hair dresser said, "I am NOT cutting your beautiful hair. But don’t you dare let it get so split next time."
So, she polished me up and buffed up the blond and CR said, "Go do your nails and toes, too." So nails and toes are berry to match my favorite lipstick. And now I just have to figure out what to wear. I never much like suits, and have been wearing a lot of Indian scarves lately. Maybe that.
I just want to say that there’s nothing quite so renewing as having someone do my feet and hands. The ankles are sore from running, the thumb weary from too much keyboarding. Coming as I do from a granola-head, hippie, no-lipstick and barefoot world, however, it always feels decadent. (I seriously did not wear lipstick until I was well into my thirties. Lipstick was for plastic girls. "Lalalala live for today…")
I’m ruined. 4 bathrooms and nail salons for all.
What is your guilty pleasure?