|This is not me, but might be my blond colour|
While I was there I was offered a make-up session for free. The salon has a beauty salon a couple of doors away and if business is slow, one of the girls comes in and offers hand massages or make-up. I usually get offered the massage, today I must have looked in dire need of the make-up.
Maybe the previous evening's late night dvd and rosé wine session with my TWDB was showing a tad. Anyway, I don't take offense easily (unlike some who never seem to stop) and readily agreed to beautification. The girl herself was lumpy and ungainly. Not exactly the glamorous beautician whose svelte good looks has all us lesser mortals grinding our teeth. She had nice make-up though so I supposed she knew what she was doing.
Actually she did a good job considering that the material she was working with had more than a touch of sun from the weekend, eyes that watered whenever she went near them and a head full of colouring hair. I suddenly thought I should really be taken out to dinner on this rare occasion when I look a lot better than usual, but my TWDB is on his Gerlinea diet this week so I'd probably have to take myself out and that's of limited fun.
Hours later (or so it seemed - I went through two lots of Gala and one VSD although, yawningly boring, it didn't take long...) I was having the meches sorted, then the whole lot was cut and dried. Pity I wasn't dressed up for the occasion but was wearing my ratty old sandals. Time for some new ones, thought I recklessly. Off I headed to the nearest shoe emporium and found... nothing. Nothing that suited, nothing that suited that was in my size, and any likely contenders when tried on were unbearably uncomfortable. So I put my ratty old sandals back on and, by now, bored stiff of the whole business, went home.
I can't have anything to nibble or drink until I see my TWDB because my lipstick will bugger off and I want him to see me professionally sorted. Damn. I should have bought the lipstick - a raspberry-type colour, lovely for summer, but I was reeling somewhat from the cost so decided to leave it until another time. Bad choice.
I also got a 10% off voucher for a 'soin' at the beauty salon and now can't decide whether to spend it on a pedicure or face massage. Agonising, isn't it, decision-making?