(For the S-Project)
I was a very little girl the day it happened. I couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. My much adored older sister was out, who knows where, and there sitting on her vanity like a personal invitation was her make-up bag, half-open with colorful bottles and tubes spilling out.
Even at that age, I loved make-up. My sister, who had a habit of spoiling me rotten, had occasionally purchased bonnie bell lip smackers for me. Our mother wasn’t crazy about the idea of giving a five-year-old any make-up whatsoever, even something as innocuous as glorified chapstick, but she let it pass. In delight, I smothered my lips with cherry flavored lip smackers and made kissy faces in the mirror while my older sister looked on in amusement. But bonnie bell aside, I yearned to wear makeup like Faithie did.
And here was the perfect opportunity. I was well aware that Faithie might object to me using her make-up. Though she was very generous with her allowance and baby-sitting money, I thought she was awfully stingy with her personal possessions. Her reaction to finding me playing in her Candies pumps taught me quickly to keep my hands off her stuff. So, I reasoned to myself, if I were to use her make-up, I’d have to be very careful and put it right back where I found it.
I stared at the counter for a very long time trying to memorize exactly where each tube and container lay on the counter. If I misplaced even one little tube, I knew I’d be in trouble, and I loved Faithie so much that it truly hurt when she was angry with me. Plus she might tell Mom, and Mom, whatever her faults with regard to little girls and make-up, respected other people’s space. There would be no spinning this in my favor. Such an endeavor required stealth, and I felt up to the challenge.
Gingerly, I picked up a plastic case containing blue eyeshadow and opened it. The applicator was smudged blue on both sides, so it wouldn’t matter which side of the wand I used. I rubbed the applicator in the shadow, then applied it to my eyelids, just like I’d watched Faithie do countless times. Next was blusher-great big cherry colored splotches on the apples of my cheeks. I followed that with a pinky-red lipstick. Smack. Blot. I finished it off with two coats of pink nail polish. This was less satisfactory as I couldn’t get the polish to go on smooth, the way Faithie’s did. Instead it looked grainy and lumpy, but it was still pink. And pink, I reflected, was much prettier than no nail polish at all even if it wasn’t perfect. I surveyed myself in the mirror.
I was beautiful.
The only thing missing was my tiara, because I truly was a princess. Problem was, there was no tiara anywhere to be found in the whole house. I improvised. My mother had a cheap set of red plastic beads in her jewelry box she let me play with sometimes. I liked to wear them and pretend they were rubies. That day I draped them over my tangled hair and pretended they were a ruby crown. I glided from room to room, haughtily acknowledging my subjects (e.g. my dolls).
I lost track of time. All too soon, Faithie was home. I yanked Mom’s beads off my head, taking a few fine blonde hairs with it, and ran to Faithie’s room to ensure the make-up looked the same as it had when she’d left that afternoon. Satisfied that I’d done a good job covering my tracks I sat down in my bedroom and began playing with my dolls.
Faithie went into her bedroom and emerged a moment later, holding her make-up bag and glowering at me. “You were in my make-up, weren’t you?” she accused.
Indignantly, I denied it. “Everything is right where you left it,” I replied solemnly.
She looked at me disbelievingly. “You’re telling me you weren’t in my make-up?” she asked shaking the bag at me.
Just then Mom walked into the room and looked from me to Faith and back again. “Betsy,” she said, “why were you in your sister’s make-up?”
I then did what I always did when under great pressure as a child. I cried. Between great gulping sobs I denied again that I’d been in her make-up, pointed out that it was exactly where Faithie’d left it and how come I always get blamed for every thing and no way was I anywhere near Faithie’s stupid make-up.
“You’re WEARING it!” Faith exclaimed impatiently, interrupting me.
For just a moment, I stopped crying. It hadn’t occurred to me that anyone would see the make-up on my face. It seemed impossible that I didn’t think of that, but clearly I didn’t. I looked up at Faithie, and at the anger etched across her face, burst into tears again. My sister was mad at me and I knew she’d never love me again and I deserved it. I was bad and mean and awful. I cried and cried and cried for hours till Faithie came over and curled up next to me.
“You know I still love you, don’t you, squirt?” she said sweetly, wiping my hair out of my face and tapping the tip of my tear-stained nose.
“You do?” I said, sniffling.
“I really do,” she replied. “But you have to stay out of my stuff, okay?”
I nodded and snuggled next to her. And I never got into her stuff ever again.
That very last sentence was a lie.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Book Meme
ChaucerianGirl tagged me, so I guess I'm it. P.S. This was HARD.
Character you'd most like to have over for tea? Amelia Peabody Emerson. Actually, I'd like to have the whole Emerson clan over for tea (spiked tea!) and then read Mrs. E's journal entry of the occasion to discover first-hand how she changed the event to suit her sense of decorum.
Character you'd most like to have as a sibling? Dy Brougham. See this trilogy by Pamela Aiden, Pride and Prejudice retold from the point of view of Mr. Darcy. Dy is a most excellent character who would be an awesome big brother.
Character you'd most like to be friends with? I'm entirely unoriginal, but I'd love to be friends with Elizabeth Bennett. She's witty, loyal, funny, and good-hearted.
Character you'd most like to have as a cousin? Stephanie Plum. What can I say? She's funny and she knows the value of shop-therapy and the efficacy of junk-food in dealing with broken hearts. 'Course if I was related to her, I'd also be related to her crazy, perverted cousin Vinnie. That would be gross.
Character you'd most like to have an adventure with? Fred and George Weasley. Seriously, they'd be fun. True, there would be more adventury-adventures with Harry Potter, but I'd be more likely to live through one with Fred and George.
Favorite quirky character? I must agree with ChaucerianGirl, who was agreeing with Erin. Luna Lovegood. Simply put, I admire the way she goes merrily about her own way without caring what others think. That takes a kind of courage that is quite rare in one so young.
Favorite love-to-hate character? Again, I'm being unoriginal and agreeing with ChaucerianGirl who agreed with Erin. Delores Jane Umbridge, Hogwarts High Inquisitor. She's such a nasty piece of work. I yelled at her while I was reading the book, for all the good it did.
Favorite bad guy? Snape, Snape, Snape. Although, I'm actually of the opinion that, like Harry, he's Dumbledore's man through and through. But I also think he genuinely hates Harry, and I love that. Honestly, I think Harry hates Snape as much Voldemort now. And why wouldn't he?
And the category ChaucerianGirl added:
Character to whom you've most often been compared? No one has ever compared me to a character in fiction that I know of. At least not to my face.
TAGGING TIME: I tag Spin_Doc. Just because.
Character you'd most like to have over for tea? Amelia Peabody Emerson. Actually, I'd like to have the whole Emerson clan over for tea (spiked tea!) and then read Mrs. E's journal entry of the occasion to discover first-hand how she changed the event to suit her sense of decorum.
Character you'd most like to have as a sibling? Dy Brougham. See this trilogy by Pamela Aiden, Pride and Prejudice retold from the point of view of Mr. Darcy. Dy is a most excellent character who would be an awesome big brother.
Character you'd most like to be friends with? I'm entirely unoriginal, but I'd love to be friends with Elizabeth Bennett. She's witty, loyal, funny, and good-hearted.
Character you'd most like to have as a cousin? Stephanie Plum. What can I say? She's funny and she knows the value of shop-therapy and the efficacy of junk-food in dealing with broken hearts. 'Course if I was related to her, I'd also be related to her crazy, perverted cousin Vinnie. That would be gross.
Character you'd most like to have an adventure with? Fred and George Weasley. Seriously, they'd be fun. True, there would be more adventury-adventures with Harry Potter, but I'd be more likely to live through one with Fred and George.
Favorite quirky character? I must agree with ChaucerianGirl, who was agreeing with Erin. Luna Lovegood. Simply put, I admire the way she goes merrily about her own way without caring what others think. That takes a kind of courage that is quite rare in one so young.
Favorite love-to-hate character? Again, I'm being unoriginal and agreeing with ChaucerianGirl who agreed with Erin. Delores Jane Umbridge, Hogwarts High Inquisitor. She's such a nasty piece of work. I yelled at her while I was reading the book, for all the good it did.
Favorite bad guy? Snape, Snape, Snape. Although, I'm actually of the opinion that, like Harry, he's Dumbledore's man through and through. But I also think he genuinely hates Harry, and I love that. Honestly, I think Harry hates Snape as much Voldemort now. And why wouldn't he?
And the category ChaucerianGirl added:
Character to whom you've most often been compared? No one has ever compared me to a character in fiction that I know of. At least not to my face.
TAGGING TIME: I tag Spin_Doc. Just because.
Friday, February 23, 2007
69
Stolen from Spin_Doc who stole it from Chesney Girl.
1. Are your parents married or divorced? Divorced, and then remarried. They're both better off the second time around.
2. Are you a vegetarian? No, I like steak way too much. I should be, though, as I would probably be much healthier.
3. Do you believe in Heaven? After losing my little sister, I find I have to.
4. Have you ever come close to dying? Nope, unless you count the time I had my stomach pumped when I was four for drinking some nail polish remover.
5. What jewelry do you wear 24/7? No jewelry. I used to work in a jewelry store where we had to wear earrings, necklace, and bracelet every day-I got jewelried out. Is jewelried a word? I don't think it is. I probably wear earrings more than anything else, but I only wear them once or twice a week.
6. Favorite time of day? Around 10:00 a.m. or so, I suddenly become incredibly alert and productive.
7. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? Yes, but I prefer the little florets.
8. Do you wear makeup? Yes.
9. Ever have plastic surgery? No.
10. If you did have plastic surgery, what would you do? I honestly can't see myself getting plastic surgery, but never say never, I guess.
11. What do you wear to bed? I am the pajama queen. I buy pajamas the way other women buy shoes.
12. Have you ever done anything illegal? No, I am remarkably law-abiding.
13. Can you roll your tongue? No, and I also can't whistle very well.
14. Do you tweeze your eyebrows? In between waxing, yes.
15. What kind of sneakers? I own nikes, skechers, and keds. Oh, my.
16. Do you believe in abortions? I'm against abortion for me, personally, but I am glad they're legal and hope they stay that way.
17. What is your hair color? Currently, it's a very pretty and warm shade of brown, thanks to the power of Aveda and a terrific hair-stylist. Naturally, my hair is a shade commonly referred to as dirty dishwater blonde.
18. Future child’s name? I don't see myself having children, but when I was younger I always liked Sarah for a girl, and Joshua for a boy.
19. Do you snore? No, but I grind my teeth in my sleep.
20. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be? I really want to go to Greece.
21. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? I do not.
22. If you won the lottery, what would you do first? Buy myself a house.
23. Gold or silver? Gold
24. Hamburger or hot dog? Hamburger.
25. Only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Geez, whatever I picked, I'd get awfully sick of really fast. Let's say mexican food. There's lots of different choices that way.
26. City, beach or country? Beach, definitely.
27. What was the last thing you touched? Aside from the keyboard, the newspaper.
28. Where did you eat last? At work.
29. When’s the last time you cried? A couple of weeks ago.
30. Do you read blogs? Yes.
31. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? Sure, but my er, um, assets would be difficult to hide. Lets just say I'm definitely a girl.
32. Ever been involved with the police? Well, other than my mom used to be a cop, not so much.
33. What’s your favorite shampoo conditioner and soap? Right now I'm using one from Redken. I change frequently.
34. Do you talk in your sleep? Not that I'm aware of and no one has ever told me I do.
35. Ocean or pool? Ocean.
36. Sauna or whirlpool? Whirlpool.
37. Starbucks or Krispy Kreme? Starbucks.
38. Window seat or aisle? Aisle-get off the plane about 3 seconds faster that way. And that 3 seconds is clearly VERY important.
39. Ever met anyone famous? Yes, writers and actors both. The last time was when I took an intensive acting workshop from Betty Buckley (think Eight is Enough and the tony award for CATS). She was nice, plus I liked her for calling B.S. on people's crap.
40. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life? I feel it's still a work in progress.
41. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Cut.
42. Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey? Oprah.
43. Basketball or Football? I prefer watching basketball. Generally speaking, I'm not much of a football fan, though I sort of got into it when we were watching the last Cowboys game. They lost. Poor Tony Romo. It was very sad.
44. How long do your showers last? Usually about 15-20 minutes.
45. Automatic or do you drive a stick? I love driving a stick unless I'm stuck in traffic, in which case I prefer an automatic. In the past, I've always had manual transmission, but traffic in North Texas blows, so when I bought the Escape, I chose automatic.
46. Cake or ice cream? Depends on which type of cake or ice cream is being offered.
47. Are you self-conscious? On stage, I will do just about anything, but in the real world I can be horribly self-conscious.
48. Have you ever drank so much you threw up? Not since high school.
49. Have you ever given money to a beggar? Yes.
50. Have you been in love? Yes.
51. Where do you wish you were? On that dream vacation in Greece.
52. Are you wearing socks? Yes.
53. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? Yes, twice. Once when I was a little girl-my mom rolled our car after an Atlanta Braves game and we all went away in an ambulance; and once as a teenager during an S.A.D.D. exercise.
54. Can you tango? Very badly.
55. Last gift you received? Hmm...the last gift I opened at Christmas was a bottle of Ralph Lauren Turquoise perfume from my brother-in-law. So I guess that's the last gift.
56. Last sport you played? Oh, geez, does walking the dog count?
57. Things you spend a lot of money on? Books. I buy way too many books. And it's stupid because I have no where to put them.
58. Where do you live? In North Texas.
59. Where were you born? Atlanta, GA.
60. Last wedding attended? Oh my gosh, it's been a while. I still lived in Utah.
62. Favorite position? (I'm going with Spin_Doc's reply here) I think this means something else, but I am going with sitting down.
63. Most hated food(s)? Squash, raspberries, strawberries (most red fruit, I know I'm odd), thai food (which I used to love, but after food poisoning, the love waned), etc.
64. Most hated soda pop? Pepsi.
65. Can you sing? No, and I really wish I could. I also can't dance, which could possibly be the reason why I've never been cast in a musical.
66. Last person you instant messaged? Roger.
67. Last place you went on holiday? What is this thing you call holiday?
68. Favorite regular drink? Lately, water. Haven't had a soda in about 3 weeks.
69. Current Song? Dude, I know nothing about the current music. Mostly I just listen to books on tape when I'm not actually reading a book. This week I'm listening to Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince on CD in my car.
1. Are your parents married or divorced? Divorced, and then remarried. They're both better off the second time around.
2. Are you a vegetarian? No, I like steak way too much. I should be, though, as I would probably be much healthier.
3. Do you believe in Heaven? After losing my little sister, I find I have to.
4. Have you ever come close to dying? Nope, unless you count the time I had my stomach pumped when I was four for drinking some nail polish remover.
5. What jewelry do you wear 24/7? No jewelry. I used to work in a jewelry store where we had to wear earrings, necklace, and bracelet every day-I got jewelried out. Is jewelried a word? I don't think it is. I probably wear earrings more than anything else, but I only wear them once or twice a week.
6. Favorite time of day? Around 10:00 a.m. or so, I suddenly become incredibly alert and productive.
7. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? Yes, but I prefer the little florets.
8. Do you wear makeup? Yes.
9. Ever have plastic surgery? No.
10. If you did have plastic surgery, what would you do? I honestly can't see myself getting plastic surgery, but never say never, I guess.
11. What do you wear to bed? I am the pajama queen. I buy pajamas the way other women buy shoes.
12. Have you ever done anything illegal? No, I am remarkably law-abiding.
13. Can you roll your tongue? No, and I also can't whistle very well.
14. Do you tweeze your eyebrows? In between waxing, yes.
15. What kind of sneakers? I own nikes, skechers, and keds. Oh, my.
16. Do you believe in abortions? I'm against abortion for me, personally, but I am glad they're legal and hope they stay that way.
17. What is your hair color? Currently, it's a very pretty and warm shade of brown, thanks to the power of Aveda and a terrific hair-stylist. Naturally, my hair is a shade commonly referred to as dirty dishwater blonde.
18. Future child’s name? I don't see myself having children, but when I was younger I always liked Sarah for a girl, and Joshua for a boy.
19. Do you snore? No, but I grind my teeth in my sleep.
20. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be? I really want to go to Greece.
21. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? I do not.
22. If you won the lottery, what would you do first? Buy myself a house.
23. Gold or silver? Gold
24. Hamburger or hot dog? Hamburger.
25. Only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Geez, whatever I picked, I'd get awfully sick of really fast. Let's say mexican food. There's lots of different choices that way.
26. City, beach or country? Beach, definitely.
27. What was the last thing you touched? Aside from the keyboard, the newspaper.
28. Where did you eat last? At work.
29. When’s the last time you cried? A couple of weeks ago.
30. Do you read blogs? Yes.
31. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? Sure, but my er, um, assets would be difficult to hide. Lets just say I'm definitely a girl.
32. Ever been involved with the police? Well, other than my mom used to be a cop, not so much.
33. What’s your favorite shampoo conditioner and soap? Right now I'm using one from Redken. I change frequently.
34. Do you talk in your sleep? Not that I'm aware of and no one has ever told me I do.
35. Ocean or pool? Ocean.
36. Sauna or whirlpool? Whirlpool.
37. Starbucks or Krispy Kreme? Starbucks.
38. Window seat or aisle? Aisle-get off the plane about 3 seconds faster that way. And that 3 seconds is clearly VERY important.
39. Ever met anyone famous? Yes, writers and actors both. The last time was when I took an intensive acting workshop from Betty Buckley (think Eight is Enough and the tony award for CATS). She was nice, plus I liked her for calling B.S. on people's crap.
40. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life? I feel it's still a work in progress.
41. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Cut.
42. Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey? Oprah.
43. Basketball or Football? I prefer watching basketball. Generally speaking, I'm not much of a football fan, though I sort of got into it when we were watching the last Cowboys game. They lost. Poor Tony Romo. It was very sad.
44. How long do your showers last? Usually about 15-20 minutes.
45. Automatic or do you drive a stick? I love driving a stick unless I'm stuck in traffic, in which case I prefer an automatic. In the past, I've always had manual transmission, but traffic in North Texas blows, so when I bought the Escape, I chose automatic.
46. Cake or ice cream? Depends on which type of cake or ice cream is being offered.
47. Are you self-conscious? On stage, I will do just about anything, but in the real world I can be horribly self-conscious.
48. Have you ever drank so much you threw up? Not since high school.
49. Have you ever given money to a beggar? Yes.
50. Have you been in love? Yes.
51. Where do you wish you were? On that dream vacation in Greece.
52. Are you wearing socks? Yes.
53. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? Yes, twice. Once when I was a little girl-my mom rolled our car after an Atlanta Braves game and we all went away in an ambulance; and once as a teenager during an S.A.D.D. exercise.
54. Can you tango? Very badly.
55. Last gift you received? Hmm...the last gift I opened at Christmas was a bottle of Ralph Lauren Turquoise perfume from my brother-in-law. So I guess that's the last gift.
56. Last sport you played? Oh, geez, does walking the dog count?
57. Things you spend a lot of money on? Books. I buy way too many books. And it's stupid because I have no where to put them.
58. Where do you live? In North Texas.
59. Where were you born? Atlanta, GA.
60. Last wedding attended? Oh my gosh, it's been a while. I still lived in Utah.
62. Favorite position? (I'm going with Spin_Doc's reply here) I think this means something else, but I am going with sitting down.
63. Most hated food(s)? Squash, raspberries, strawberries (most red fruit, I know I'm odd), thai food (which I used to love, but after food poisoning, the love waned), etc.
64. Most hated soda pop? Pepsi.
65. Can you sing? No, and I really wish I could. I also can't dance, which could possibly be the reason why I've never been cast in a musical.
66. Last person you instant messaged? Roger.
67. Last place you went on holiday? What is this thing you call holiday?
68. Favorite regular drink? Lately, water. Haven't had a soda in about 3 weeks.
69. Current Song? Dude, I know nothing about the current music. Mostly I just listen to books on tape when I'm not actually reading a book. This week I'm listening to Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince on CD in my car.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
In Which Izzybella Procrastinates...Again
One of the requirements at my place of employment is that each staff member obtain 16 hours of continuing education every year. Usually, I have my continuing education units complete by around June, and that would have been the case this year, except that the two website design courses I'd signed up for were cancelled due to low enrollment. After that I just sort of put the training to the back burner figuring I'd get around to it eventually. Eventually arrived last week in the form of an email from my supervisor requesting my training documentation for the last fiscal year. I pulled my training folder out and my last training certificate was from 2005! So, in order to satisfy the training requirement, I will be spending all day Thursday and next Tuesday in the computer lab attending Access II and Access III. I expect to be bored. I actually know Access very well--I would have rather taken a course for a program I don't know, but the Access courses were all that was available before the March 1 deadline. Next year, I will be finishing the CEUs before summer's out. And why, oh why, do I always choose to learn things the hard way??? Does anyone else do that? I'm not talking about procrastination necessarily, just the tendency to, in spite of possessing at least a little common sense, royally muck something up at least once before actually doing it the right way. Gah!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Aaaaaaaand, Scene!
So, last night Baxter (yellow lab #1) really wanted to play with Cydney (yellow lab #2). He scrunched down in that cute pounce position, front legs and paws on the floor, tail straight up in the air and wagging about 100 mph. He barked. He growled. He humped. (Incidentally, I think he’s confused about the whole humping thing. He sort of just stands next to her and dry humps the air, while she gives him this what-the-hell look.) All this to no avail. Cydney, who at 10 years old, pretty much just wants to sleep all day, yawned widely and rolled over on her other side, her back to Baxter. Baxter stood there for a moment contemplating the rejection, hung his head down and made his way over to the loveseat next to me, all hangdog looking for all the world like Eeyore. It was so sad and pitiful. He’s an older dog, too-around eight-but he’s never really grown out of the puppy stage. He’s so melodramatic. The only thing missing was the “aaaaaaand, scene!” gesture with his paw.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Chatty Hair Stylists
So, I just got my hair cut today by the same person who did it last time. I requested her on purpose because I really liked the cut she did--one of those that just does what it's supposed to even without being prodded by a round brush and blow dryer. I love the cut. Seriously. I mean that. I got six compliments just coming back into work from the parking lot. Love, love, love the hair. I loathe the chatty.
I know I'm in the minority-clearly, because every other person getting their hair done in the salon seemed to have an extra good chatty stylist/client relationship. I know it's wierd, but I've never liked being chatty with my hairstylist. The only exception was when my friend B used to style my hair, but B was my friend before she became my stylist. A lot of this stems from (and I can hear those who know me really well laughing their asses off) the fact that I'm very shy with people I don't know that well. Said person may speak with the tongue of men and angels and it will still take me a little while to warm up to them. I don't know why. Can't explain it. Always been that way.
So today, I was asked all kinds of questions about everything under the sun. Where do I work? Do I have any kids? No? Do I want any? Married? Single? Oh, that's too bad. Am I from around here? Do I watch any television shows regularly? OMG, you watch Heroes? I don't. My husband doesn't like it. Do I like movies? How about music? What do I think of Jenny McCarthy and Jim Carrey dating? (They are? Really?)
All of her questions were really nice and I could tell she was trying to build up a good client/stylist relationship. B always considered herself as much a counselor as she did a stylist. Still, I feel awkward talking about myself so much (says the girl with the blog, but I do!!!!!!!). So, finally, I gave in and started asking her questions instead. Unlike me, my stylist loves talking, not just about herself, but pretty much about anything. And then, lo and behold, I found myself enjoying the conversation. It was very relaxing being the one giving conversational prompts instead of receiving them.
So there's a lesson to be learned here, something about stop worrying about yourself and put the focus back on others or some such blah-blah. Yeah. The real lesson is keep the stylist happy so you have pretty hair.
I know I'm in the minority-clearly, because every other person getting their hair done in the salon seemed to have an extra good chatty stylist/client relationship. I know it's wierd, but I've never liked being chatty with my hairstylist. The only exception was when my friend B used to style my hair, but B was my friend before she became my stylist. A lot of this stems from (and I can hear those who know me really well laughing their asses off) the fact that I'm very shy with people I don't know that well. Said person may speak with the tongue of men and angels and it will still take me a little while to warm up to them. I don't know why. Can't explain it. Always been that way.
So today, I was asked all kinds of questions about everything under the sun. Where do I work? Do I have any kids? No? Do I want any? Married? Single? Oh, that's too bad. Am I from around here? Do I watch any television shows regularly? OMG, you watch Heroes? I don't. My husband doesn't like it. Do I like movies? How about music? What do I think of Jenny McCarthy and Jim Carrey dating? (They are? Really?)
All of her questions were really nice and I could tell she was trying to build up a good client/stylist relationship. B always considered herself as much a counselor as she did a stylist. Still, I feel awkward talking about myself so much (says the girl with the blog, but I do!!!!!!!). So, finally, I gave in and started asking her questions instead. Unlike me, my stylist loves talking, not just about herself, but pretty much about anything. And then, lo and behold, I found myself enjoying the conversation. It was very relaxing being the one giving conversational prompts instead of receiving them.
So there's a lesson to be learned here, something about stop worrying about yourself and put the focus back on others or some such blah-blah. Yeah. The real lesson is keep the stylist happy so you have pretty hair.
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