It’s a lovely world we live in, when we can go and pay to get our tresses tamed.
At a time where much of my time is not mine AT ALL, I happily and willingly pay to spend two hours in a chair, talking and gossiping and reading mags, sipping on a latte… oh, and actually getting my hair done.
I probably do it every couple of months, but when I do, boy do I revel in it.
Hair hair. Yeah yeah.