An Entirely Regular Saturday (plus a visit to a salon)

Drawn by the lure of a mail advertisement, I found myself standing in a new salon/beauty store in our town for its grand opening.  A decked-out employee greeted me at the door, and I strolled up and down the aisles, lulled by gleam of fluorescent lights on the white tile.

A niggling sensation crept up as I glanced over the shelves: I don't belong here.  Too many options, too many unknown products, too fancy. 

Even though I enjoy fashion and wear makeup, something about a salon-setting makes me feel like I'm a child in an adult world.  Blending eye shadow?  Choosing a skin care line?  Do I even know how to properly wash my face?  Suddenly I'm all thumbs, certain that I'm inept at the most basic grooming habits.

I almost left the store, but something -- who knows what? -- made me stay a moment longer, just long enough for a stylist to ask if I was finding everything alright.  My response surprised me.  Before I could reconsider, I sat down at the makeup counter and let her work some smoky-eye-shadow magic on me.

I don't do these types of things.  I don't pause in the middle of a normal Saturday to get a free makeover. 

And I really don't do what I did next: I paid for a mini-facial.

This is absurd, I thought, as I settled into the reclining chair and the esthetician began to gently wash my face with a cleanser that smelled like lemongrass and sage.  Absurd, and somehow deliciously wonderful.

I forced myself to focus, to enjoy the moment, to revel in the whim --  not rationalizing the $20 it would cost, worrying that I'd arrive home a half hour later than I originally anticipated, or mulling over how I'd revert to my regular Dove soap routine the next day.  I simply let myself be pampered. 

Later in the evening, I was wearing an old tee shirt and athletic shorts, sporting a ponytail, and finishing a messy project in our garage while Joel pruned bushes in the back yard and the girls played with their neighborhood friends. 

I stopped working when my neighbors walked across the street to pick up their kids.  One took a good look at me.  "I just can't get over your eye shadow!"

I couldn't quite get over it, either.  I love that I had taken the plunge and done something against the grain, something so unexpected.

Besides, I've never looked so fine while working in the garage, ever.  Entirely worth it.

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  1. smoothstonesAugust 04, 2013

    Good for you! :)

  2. Awe no picture of the smoky eye look? :) That must have been a nice treat for you!

  3. I thought of taking a picture right as I was washing it off that evening! (And, yes, it was such a nice treat!)


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