Even before I slipped out of bed yesterday, I knew it was going to be one of those odd days. My boys were playing at someone else’s house and I was going to be on my own for a few hours. During a normal school week this wouldn’t be a problem. But this is spring break and somehow it just felt strange not having them with me. Knowing that it had been months, a whole lot of months acutally, since I’ve had my hair trimmed I decided to pop into a local chain. Now unless I have a hair emergency (i.e., I’ve been butchered by a stylist with big dreams and little skill) I tend to avoid the high price salons. As soon as I sat in the chair and the stylist (whom I have had once or twice) started talking about their current hair coloring/highlight specials I knew I was going to let her spruce me right up. THIS IS VERY UNUSUAL FOR ME. When I want to play with color I pick up a box of Loreal at the drugstore. Frankly this feels like something that should be done in the privacy of my bathroom. This time I felt like she was silently chastising my roots (sometimes I play with deep reddish brown highlights — which grow out and look not quite as nice as they did when they were fresh). Pressure built in my chest and I finally caved…and it was nice. She did a better job than I could have and she was just the right level of chatty ( we traded dog stories, discovering we both have a soft spot for hard luck hounds). I’m sensing this might become a habit! Oui!!!
My next stop, because I still had two hours to burn, was the paint store. I labored, hard labor, over colors for thirty minutes. It was so sad the manager came over twice to see if I needed help! Finally I glommed onto every sample I could find and fled. This was not a decision I could make alone. My husband returns tonight from a business trip, I’m thinking I’ll just toss the project in his direction. He can decide what to tell our painter tomorrow!!!!
Finally, and this too was odd, I scooted over to Kohls to check out patio furniture. I’d been there on Wednesday so really what was the point you might ask? Well, hippity dippity a five piece set I had been ogling was marked down from $399 to $159. Of course the store didn’t have it on display (other than a sad lonely chair). So I asked..asked again…it seems no one really knew what I was talking about. Yeah, the whole ad in the paper didn’t seem to resonate with anyone. Finally a floor manager went hunting. By this point I had convinced another shopper that it was a darn good deal (because she had been sitting on the lone chair for the ten minutes I was trying to track down answers). She was thrilled…she loved the set but didn’t know it was on sale. The woman was actually prepared to pay $399 until she overheard my conversation. Let me close by telling you — they had two sets in stock. One wound up in the back of my SUV and the other in that woman’s sedan (which was a sight to see).
Quite a day my friends…between a fresh hair do and bargain priced furniture I was feeling the love of the universe 🙂