Muses

Compliments. It was just that kind of day.

“I just love your hair,” the tall, countrified fellow called out.

Not to me mind you.

To the women about my age with long, thick, rolling curls of shiny white hair tumbling down her back.

“My wife,” he continued ….while I strode out the door of the supermarket.

I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation but I enjoyed playing it out in my head just the same.

Compliments are good things. Even if it’s not to you specifically — as I saw the moment develop between those two, I felt like had given the compliment and received it at same time.

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Yesterday ended up being a day spent beautifying me from the neck up.

I had a facial peel scheduled in the afternoon and forgot about a hair appointment that morning — till I found myself in front of the mirror.

 

 

Beth put in highlights to accentuate  cover up my gray and gave me a cut (a little shorter per my request).

I received compliment Number 1 “love your hair” leaving salon.

Then I showed up for my facial.

 

 

Somehow I left without any pictures of Julie, spa owner and peel giver, that day. But she’s all over this blog in different places. Just look for the curvaceous blonde with the lovely smile who looks ten years younger than she is…though she is young.

Younger than me.

So are three quarters of the creatures inhabiting the earth and the seas.

Compliment Number 2 on hair was given by Tabby a hairstylist extraordinaire herself. So that compliment counts double. She was cutting Jack’s hair, Julie’s son. Diana probably gave a compliment too. But she always does whether my hair is just done or not. She’s that good kind of person.

 

 

Yes, here I am in all my glory. Face peel and hair cut.

No idea what the spot under my right eye is. Probably phantom sun damage that will show up later.

 

 

Got compliments Number 3 and 4 at Wal*Mart later in day.

Woo.

Compliments — fun to give and fun to receive.

We’ve just got to remember to open our mouths.

With all the kind things said about my hair raining down after a cut and blowout, makes you wonder what it looks like every other day?

No. not really.

What was the last compliment you received?  Or gave?

 

 

           

           

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