I started typing this as I sat in the salon, waiting for the stylist to put the warm chocolate back into my hair. Those devious gray devils are sprouting out again. Like weeds. Hierba mala nunca muere as my grandmother used to say.
When she asked me “what color?” I replied with a question (I know I know, bad manners). I asked her if she had heard of Heather Dubrow. I don’t know why i said it so hopefully. Not all people watch reality tv, but dang it, everyone should! With a sigh, I told her it was okay. I’ll look at the weird hair samples and pick the closest match.
Right now, I am on my way to my hometown. My true hometown, New York City, in the borough of Queens. My cousin’s wedding is at 3:30 in the afternoon and we have a flight out of Savannah only a few hours before. What’s even more nerve-wracking is that my family asked me to sing Ave Maria at the wedding ceremony. No time for warming up. I’ll be lucky to be in shape for the 2 minute run-through 15 minutes before. Unfortunately for me, that means no alcohol on the flight north. $%$%$#!@!@#! is all I have to say about that.
As I waited for my hair to absorb the warm colors, I sat there just admiring my gel shellac nails. And I got to thinking, “My husband is just the best.” No really, I mean it. Sometimes I don’t tell him often enough, but he’s a wonderful person. Strong-willed, valiant and opinionated when necessary; loving, kind and affectionate the other times.
I don’t often treat myself to luxuries as manipedis, but yesterday he pushed me out the door with this request: a manipedi. I’m cheap and usually don’t spring for the manicure. When I looked at my roots I asked him if it was okay if I got that taken care of as well? “Treat yourself honey. You never do anything for yourself,” is what he said. Love. Him.
Far too often I rush through things just to get them over with. I forget to smell the roses and all that jazz…because there’s always something more important to do. So while I won’t get to treat myself with reckless abandon each week, I wanted to savor that moment. And savored it I did. And I got to thinking…I need to savor the moment more often. And that was the inspiration for this week’s freebie.
Savor the moment you all. Have a happy (and safe) Labor Day weekend!