I have to say, I love turning fifty! I’ve been celebrating since July and it’s not over yet – it’s the birthday that keeps on giving.
My lovely friend Christine told me to keep last Saturday morning free. She collected me at 8:30 and walked me up to her hairdresser’s, Hair @ 42 on Bloom Street in Edgeley, where I had a cut and blow and a manicure! How annoying that I had showered in honour of our date.
Right now, Christine is on a cruise, celebrating her own birthday. As she won’t be here for my birthday, spoiling me was the least she could do, I’m sure you’ll agree. Christine knows I haven’t been to a hairdresser for about six years; and I’ve never had a manicure. I have the best friends!
The idea was that we do the whole thing together – me for my birthday; Christine for her cruise – but she couldn’t get matching appointments. She waited in the salon, however, denying boredom and taking barked-out camera direction from me, for your delectation.
Janet the Hairdresser was lovely but I’m not sure she was a real hairdresser because she wasn’t at all intimidating and she seemed genuinely interested in what I wanted done to my hair. She was most obliging, as well, stopping to allow Christine to take a picture whenever I gave the word. When it’s time for my next hair cut in six years’ time, that’s where I’ll be going.
The hair part was fun but the manicure was funner. Christine knows Alison the manicurist well and we had a girly, giggly session, the likes of which I haven’t had since my teens. I can’t tell you what was said because what happens in the nail room stays in the nail room; but I can tell you that I went to the toilet before we started (just as well, with all the giggling that followed) and I was so enthralled with my hair, admiring it in the mirror, wondering if I could ever reproduce the style, that I forgot to wash my hands. Fortunately, I realised before I touched anything, and went back to do it. I don’t think that has happened since I was a toddler.
Bet you wish that information had stayed in the nail room, don’t you?
The Seven Stages Of Hair
(On my part, when I worked it out and then had to say it out loud)
You’ll have to lose 2 1/2 inches if you want it in good condition.
Six years! Tch!
Just do it!
Will the Hub ever speak to me again?
Take the picture, Christine: I don’t mind looking stupid.
I’m being pampered! I LOVE going to the hairdresser’s!
Get me, all posh!