Curly Sue

Wow. I don't know about you, but I've always wanted to sit down in a hairdressers chair to be insulted. I put it right up there with my "Fun Things To Do" List.
Dude.
I couldn't go to my old faithful Jeauval as I wasn't in the area and I needed to get my hair styled for a photoshoot.
This annoying little emo freak started touching my hair as if I had lice and kept squinting at me.
"Soooo...what are we doing for you today?"
"I'd like a good blow wave with a little bit of volume please."
"Mmmm... I don't think so. I think we should do a curl."
"I really don't want a curl."
"But you look like a lovely poppie."
"What?"
"Who does your hair?" Ignoring my gasp.
"Jeauval normally."
"Oooh. Your hair is in bad condition."
"I don't think so, considering it could have been a lot worse! I went from dark chocolate brown to blonde in one take and it lifted beautifully with hardly any damage."
I also know this considering I look after my locks with treatments etc...
"I can't imagine you with dark hair. Have you got a photo?"
I took out my cellphone and showed him.
"Mmmm. You look seductive with dark hair and like a bimbo with blonde."
"Wow! Are you for real? That's bloody rude."
He just smirks and starts to blow dry my hair.
I couldn't believe it. He started to curl my hair and then proceeded to tell me that he promises he wont give me curls like Patricia Lewis, comforting, but told me I have the same nose as her.
"Is that a compliment?"
"No."
"What is your problem?"
"Oh lovey, harden up."
"You shouldn't work with people."

I walked out of there feeling like shit with curly hair. Asshole.
I will never go anywhere other than my good ol' faithful Jeauval.

Bubbly and bald.

My leg hairs had protesting banners reading: "Don't harm the Rain Forest!" "Save the trees!" and others I couldn't quite make out.
My razor won.
I have lovely, silky hair-free legs...for the first time this season. Blogshell does love her extra warm coat in winter. I tried the Veet Hair Removal a while back... but that gave me a rash and didn't get rid of any hair.
The razor won once I saw the hairs on my legs looking longer than my mans. Dude!
The ring around the bath was really fabulous. Sexy!
I slapped some self "promises-not-to-go-orange" tan on my lily white, basically see-through legs and am hoping for the best!

I am also quite disturbed and rather upset at this.
This is a shallow moment alert.
I got home last night and desperately felt like a good glass of wine. It apparently got used up in cooking. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I found a mini 187ml bottle of Champagne in the bar fridge and got seriously excited!
I cracked it open and enjoyed it's bubbliness. I am however, suffering from the mother of all hangovers. I woke up with a head that felt like it had been split in half.
I took my faithful Grandpa's and am only starting to feel better.
This is not the first time either. I don't think I can drink champagne. That pained me to type the last sentence!
Dude!
*Shallow moment over*