So this is me…after a trip to Mr. Joseph’s. There are no before images because I destroyed them. Kidding. Let’s just say the day-to-day look of this writer is not documented.
Except in laughs between my parents and me.
Because on most days, I’m in my pajamas at 4 p.m. Haven’t brushed my hair. And am likely sporting a scarf because when my neck gets cold it crinks up.
Leopard print slippers complete the ensemble.
But every 8 weeks, I go to Mr. Joseph’s in Southington.
And slips into stylist Pamela’s chair for some much needed fixing.
I get my hair highlighted and lowlighted and trimmed and styled. I swear she sprays pixie dust on me because I always leave feeling and looking better.
The wild and untamed Einstein eyebrows are trimmed and waxed. The village of chin hairs is removed.
And I feel like a pretty person again.
‘Course I’ll be working into the wee hours to catch up on all the stuff I didn’t do during my three hours of getting prettied up.
But I think it was worth it.
Do you notice how much better you feel after a trip to the salon? Do they have magic brushes? It is the luxury of letting someone else take care of you? Or the joy of spending time on yourself?