And the thing is, I actually thought this "salon" was dreamy and happily let them do what they would with my face and hair because that is pretty much the only salon like pampering I have been lucky enough to receive. Maybe I'll ask Mike to get me a real certificate for a facial or some such someday . . . of course then the pulling and tugging of "The Magical Salon" might not seem quite so relaxing which would be a shame for its poor young owners.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Picture Tag -- "Magical Salon"
My sister-in-law Priscilla tagged me. The tag goes something like this: Open your 4th photo file and put the 4th picture on your blog. Unfortunately my computer with all my folders of pictures is presently boxed up safe and sound, along with most the rest of my worldly possessions, in a storage unit; and all I have on this laptop are the few photos I've recently loaded and probably already put on my blog, so there is no 4th folder or 4th picture. Still, I hate to shun a tag, so how about this picture:That is my hair as it was the other day. Goldie and Daisy were obediently playing with my hair (as I for some reason love them to do), when suddenly I was involved in their made up world of "The Magical Salon." In the Magical Salon, you get loads of things in your hair, and some baby lotion rubbed on any exposed skin, along with Vaseline and bandages on any spots that could possibly be considered "owies." And, the next day, when the salon has a sign made out of a paper plate advertising that it is officially "Open" as well as a sign telling you the cost is now ten cents (which Abe thought was outrageous -- what kind of daughters would force their own mother to pay ten cents!? -- I assured him it was well worth the price) you also get the special pampering of two different girls each applying makeup to one of your eyes -- lots of makeup.