I have the best
hairdresser in the world. I walk in, he transforms me from frumpy grey-rooted
granny to funky fashion goddess – well, I may be exaggerating.
He asks:
What
we are doing today.
I respond:
Whatever you like.
He knows I want
to be able to see that my hair has been coloured and primped. On any visit I
can come out with highlights/streaks/foils of anything from vibrant reds and
purples to ginger or blonde.
You can tell me
I’m too old for that stuff, but I say: Bah!
Humbug!
And the champagne
that comes with the cutting and styling is much better than the crappy machine
coffee that I used to get at the local shop down the road. I lay back in the massage chair and drift
away. Gosssip costs me, but it’s worth
it.
This is where I
also get my bi-monthly dose of trash. I flick through the salon magazines looking
at glamorous apparently famous people, their bouncing babies, bodacious beaus, tantalising
toyboys, sizzling six packs, nauseating nips and tucks, botoxed face masks, beestung
lips, bazookered breasts, booty blow outs and six foot handbags/manbags.
I know that
nothing I read or see here is remotely true. It’s fantasy land in glitzy gowns
set in glamorous gardens.
But today I found
a rogue magazine that had sneaked in to the pile. It has an article that takes the cake.
It’s headed The BEST present ever and I quote
Sylvia Ross’ words:
Usually every mother’s day my children buy
me stockings or pillows, but this year they surprised me totally. I came home
and found that they had changed my toilet seat…..I simply press a button and I
get a warm water wash and a warm air dry. Now my toileting is a time of luxury,
it is the best mother’s day present I have every got.
If I started to
tell you how I would rather my nether parts were warmed, this post would be x-
rated.
It’s my Birthday
this week and if anyone changes my toilet seat for one that washes and dries
they can expect to be told to bugger off.
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This week's art works
These are details from a series of drawings related to a number of months in 2011.
If I did one for this month it would have the champagne bottles for celebrations and commiserations.
A Few Days in March |
A Few Days In July |
The original drawings can be seen in full at:
http://www.thickerthanwater.com.au/index.php?option=com_zoo&task=category&category_id=3&Itemid=223&page=3
Still laughing - imagery indescribable
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ReplyDeleteCarol!!! This makes me miss Malcolm and getting my hair done with him!!! It's exactly the experience he gave me every time! Ahhh the massage chair, the chatting, trash mags and ofcourse the great hair, every time.
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