It’s cold, dreary, and oh so very soggy outside today. Our state has nearly declared the drought of 10 centuries…so you won’t find me complaining when our house nearly floats away in all this rainfall.
In the heart of the afternoon, I toss on my big clunky raincoat, with its adorable leopard print interior, and cross town in my grey hot-mom-minivan.
I am freakishly proud to drive this vehicle, but I admit I could do without the lingering scent of sneakers, sweat, and body odor mixed with some sort of cornchips and garlic smell that seems to linger even months after our boys football season has ended. Ehh…I’m a mom. It comes with the territory I’ve found. So I shrug it off and make a note to buy more coconut air freshners tomorrow. Don’t mind that I’ve said that for at least two months already, but forget as soon as I exit the car. And then remember every time I step BACK into the van again. (ugh!)
As I park in front of my destination, I jump out and dodge a myriad of shallow mud puddles toward a gorgeous pair of solid glass doors, with long sleek handles. I grin. I feel like I am entering the gates of “Emerald City” in the movie Wizzard of Oz. But this,my darlings, is where I find the “girlie-girl”.
I enter the doorway and throw my arms around my hairdresser. Stepping back, I take a deep satisfying breath of hair bleach, dyes, sprays and mousse of all colors and textures..(sigh)…It’s all here! And it’s all designed to make me feel gorgeous. (DO NOT…I repeat, Do NOT… burst my bubble by sending me notes about the scientifically studied dangers of this chemical produced high! My oblivion is phenomenal!)
As I snuggle deep into the black-hydraulic-swivel chair, I settle in. Homemade latte carefully prepared in my Starbucks to-go-mug, is held in one hand, cell phone precisely hidden in my pocket, and a the fresh magazine of choice is slapped down onto my lap for my absolute enjoyment. And I promise you I WILL enjoy it!
For three luscious hours…I am in the skilled hands of Ms. J. Her hands fly about my head with color wands and crisp pieces of tin foil. And before I know it, I am clearly looking as though I could pick up television signals from across the ocean. But I am not picking up ANYTHING.
Do you see the beauty in this moment? I am picking up NOTHING. No signals. No phone calls. No kids. No dishes. No people trails around my house. No shoes. No cat toys. No baseballs or bats or child paraphernalia of any kind.
I
AM.
SIMPLY.
BEING.
And that my friends is g-r-a-n-d. For a few simple hours I am just “me“. Simply a girl, in a hairdressers chair – being pampered with color, scissors, girl-talkand nonsense readingmaterials. And for that short span of time, I am reminded that I am a “girlie-girl”!
I remember that God made me so feminine and so delicate compared to a man. I remember that I can be sexy and feel pretty. (my husband will be benefiting from this – I give you my word on that!) I remember that there is a woman inside of the hard working housewife and mother. And I feel at ease. Remember that feeling? Hmm..
Perhaps you can relate. I honestly believe all women need some scheduled or spontaneous ways of remembering who we are. It doesn’t have to be expensive or even cost a dime. But we sure do need ways to remember who we are or once were…Cause when mama’s not happy…(say it with me now…) ain’t nobody happy!
Hey it’s not all that hard. Maybe it’s an appointment with yourself in a tub filled with hot sudsy water and bubbles. Perhaps its an early morning quiet time on the living room couch…cause you know when the kids wake up, you’ll never even sit for a second on that couch! It could be doing your nails – finally. Or grabbing a homemade facial like this oneor maybeone of these…(I have done them and love them!).
Maybe it is like the adorable woman I saw today wearing a dusting of sparkles around her face. Every time she spoke or moved, the lights around her, reflected the tiny sparkles. She was clearly feeling her pretty-glittery-self…in a sweet, wonderfully exhuberant way… and the girlie-girl in me instantly loved her!
She inspired me. I inspired me. A hairdressing moment inspired me!
And so I say, darlings go do something…something sexy for yourself, something magically meant to NOT PICK UP ANYTHING…for anyone! At least go PLAN something. Go on…(shove..shove)…be just YOU!
Then come back…and inspire ME! Cause one reved-up woman can inspire a thousand. And I for one, want to hear your tale.
