Spa Day

Yesterday after work I decided to embrace my femininity and had a spa day. I cruised to the only stylist in Maryland that I trust (she's a GODDESS) and got a pedicure and a haircut. It turned into a four hour process and I was totally exhausted when I got back home. There's nothing that can beat having your feet massaged while you and your stylist bitch and yap about everything under the sun. It was nice and rarely do I pamper myself to this degree. I left the salon reeking of Paul Mitchell product, poofy hair and smooth (dare I say) sexy feet.

I'm very happy with the new, more feminine look. For years I have neglected myself, denying the fact that I don't really really need to go to a salon-that's for Sugar Princess Chicks. Well I wanna be a Sugar Princess. I'm turning over a new leaf, no more bad haircuts, nail nibbling, disasterous fashion choices, and I am worth every yummy smell that comes out of Bath and Body Works. I will not dread the chick emporium filled with magazines, hair product, face product, foot product and boat loads of gossip galore. I generally remain silent while My Girl works on me and I listen to the other stylists gossip and carry on with their customers. It really is a fascinating world in there. Bits of conversation are interrupted with the metalic click of the scissors, hum of electric clippers and an occasional blast from a hair dryer. The air is rife with foamy floral scents punctuated with sharp perming solutions and the sugary scent of hair spray. It's Estrogen Heaven and I acutally like it.