Ready All Her Life

Took 1/2 day yesterday and C and I went out shopping for school uniforms. What a tedious task. Not that I mind uniforms... "So, are you going to wear the khaki pants, or the khaki skirt?" I was not going to get her shoes yesterday, but then she saw a pair she LOVED. Could not continue breathing without. And she was good, didn't beg - but I could see the lust in her 8 yr old eyes for these shoes. The clincher was when she said they were "Claire" shoes. Claire is my cousin, whom she adores. We bought the shoes.

So then, off to get her hair done at my salon. C was hysterical about it. The salon is huge and is also a spa. It's impressive to walk up to - the double doors to enter are at the point of the corner of the building, and there are lit aromatherapy candles in the foyer, which you can see from outside.

"Are you ready for your first 'spa' experience?" I asked, my hand on the big, brass door handle. "Mom," she replied, giving me 'the look', "I've been ready all my life."

We are then seated in the waiting room, where there are black leather couches, a fire place, beverages (wine, if you're of age), cheese and crackers... Tara comes for her and we go back to her station where we discuss the hair. Tara actually listens. (Light beams down from above and angels sing - a stylist that listens!) We go back to the sinks, which are are SO cool... not only do they have foot rests, but they have these neat platforms IN the sinks so that your head rests on them and your neck doesn't get sore. Then Tara gets to work and does a beautiful job. So my dear girl is all set for "back-to-school"!