My hair and eyebrow maintenance bug have been covered hither at the Nirvana for my long suffering (but honey) readers.

Information technology has been a long and winding route. A road of horridity. A road of crapicity. A route that has left me unwilling to subject myself to regular maintenance due to the feeling of impending doom…

Monday I looked in the mirror and it was articulate that something had to be washed. Quite frankly, anything.

I called a salon that had just opened up in town. I figured the less Holly history someone has the ameliorate.

Of course they were closed on Mon (meet how far out of the self maintenance loop I am?) just they cheerfully (aye…cheerfully) returned my call Tuesday morning time and gear up me upward for an engagement that afternoon.

I walked in. The receptionist was warm and friendly. I was taken back to the chair and I saw information technology.

I saw it…

They had tiled the walls with the most amazing tile I recently saw this very tile at the tile exhibit. Ever since that showroom moment I accept been mentally figuring out how to sell our current firm and build a new house around that very tile. Hi tile of glory, I am dwelling.

A lovely person did my color. She listened to me. *gasp* She fabricated suggestions. *gasp* Nosotros had free-flowing conversation. *gasp*

The whole time I become to gaze at the tile of glory.

Another lovely person did my haircut. She listened to me. *gasp* She made suggestions. *gasp* We had free-flowing conversation. *gasp*

The whole time I become to gaze at the tile of glory.

She then waxed my eyebrows. I had no input here. I am a forehead moron. She took over in a every bit-gently-every bit-this-is-going-to-go-down kinda way. *gasp…little tear…* We had complimentary-flowing conversation. *gasp…little tear…*

And if I could run across through the hurting I could have gazed at the tile of glory.

Oh, oh, oh! I forgot a actually good part. While I was in those foil thingys that you take to wait 20 minutes to exercise whatsoever they lead me over to a Estimator THAT WAS CONNECTED TO THE Www and I leisurely visited many of y'all.

I know. I know. This is WAY TO GOOD TO Exist TRUE. But wait, there is more…

I stop to pay at the front desk-bound and this is posted, "Nosotros do Not accept gratuities. Nosotros are professionals".

At this point my hair and brows could expect like crap…

You lot had me at the tile.

Just in another stroke of amazingness, my hair and brows await fabled.

I will go someone to take a film of me today just to prove information technology.

And then I am going dorsum to have a picture of that tile…