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Damn, I’m Looking Glam!
Must take a duck face selfie to record this rare event
Four days ago, I did something I rarely do. I went to a salon to get my hair colored. I can color it at home for a tenth of the cost. But I was getting ready for a longish overseas trip. I had so much on my plate that it made sense to outsource the hair stuff.
Besides, I was in a mood to indulge myself.
I walked into the parlor with my unruly salt-and-pepper hair scrunched up in a knot. The stylist, a 60-something curmudgeon, took one look at me and launched into an upsell. Below were the services (she said) I needed on an urgent-care basis:
🌿 hair trim for the split ends
🌿manicure
🌿pedicure
🌿”skin-brightening” facial
🌿shaping of eyebrows
I said Yes to the trim and pedi, and No to the rest.
The stylist grumbled under her breath but set to work on my crowning glory. By the time she was done, my hair was four inches shorter and the darkest shade of brown. It was shampooed, conditioned, and blow-dried straight with the ends perked up saucily.
