8:40 a.m., shoes on.
Out the door
the cold air hits hard.
Sun in my eyes
and frost on the windshield.
The glare is just bearable.
Fifteen minutes later
I'm pulling on the wrong door.
Trying the other one,
chimes ring
and I step inside.
It feels fresh.
Succulents and snake plants
accompany the lamps
with natural fabrics
and plush seats for my wait.
I can hear a conversation.
But can't piece it together.
Sounds like "work talk"
A few minutes pass
The owner walks out.
"Let's get you two checked in!"
The woman next to me gives her thanks.
I smile.
Within minutes I'm in the chair
My hair is being sectioned
and clipped.
It doesn't take long
and my shoulders drop.
Relaxation mode, on.
Oh yes, "relaxation mode, on" - that is *exactly* how I feel a few minutes after I get into that chair at the salon. Mmmm....
ReplyDeleteThe salon (without child in tow) is such a lovely place! A necessary respite for busy moms.
ReplyDeleteBetsy, it took four tries before I was able to leave a comment. What is going on?
ReplyDeleteI love your posting by the numbers.
Relaxation, on! And if my stylist isn't too busy, I'll get a mini-massage when she shampoos me.
I read back through many of your posts tonight. What a delight! Glad I've been along for all of your 12 years!