Having posted my Observational Twitter yesterday, and not happily anticipating a haircut that was WAY overdue because of a less-than-favorable outcome last time, my daughter called and asked me if I wanted to go for drop-in hair cuts last night. I had been at a funeral earlier in the day and spent the afternoon with my mother and stepfather at the hospital. (He has been ill for years and took a turn for the worse.) I was in need of a dose of joy. Did I need a drop-in hair cut? Do I dare after what I just wrote?
All I have to say is, "Chim, my little hair dresser? I love you. What a great job you did. I actually felt GORGEOUS when I left. (Of course, Cinderella woke up this morning but the Ball was fun while it lasted!) And I had a date night with my daughter who IS actually still gorgeous this morning. And we talked and lingered and life was rich, even after a haircut. Maybe, even because of it.
Dinner with your daughter on a coupon? Affordable
Drop-in styling salon? Inexpensive
Sitting at dinner with someone you adore and both of you basking in the glow of a hair cut gone right? Priceless.