Lots of Necessary Touching

Today the pampering continued. I woke up to the sweet sound of our fire alarm, which goes off at the slightest hint of steam let alone smoke. I came downstairs to find Mother Dear sitting at the kitchen table, with a cup of tea- she had breakfast ready. (I'm truly blessed)

As I ate, we decided that I looked too unpolished for Nina's wedding and needed some more TLC. I made an appointment to get a mani/pedi (never thought I'd use that term… "mani/pedi" - what am I? A teenager in some bad make-over American movie? If only. Well, if the movie actually starred yours truly, it would be a blockbuster :P )

The "mani/pedi" (ahem) meant I had to sit for an hour while a Chinese Man did my nails. Can't complain- he did a fantastic job. Even if he told me off for having red toe-nails- red nail polish is hell to get off. I apologised perhaps too profusely than I should have.

I then treated myself to some new make-up. The woman at the counter touched my face. She had to, she was trying to catch my nose. I told her to stop and then she finished the job at hand- matching my skin to the vast variety of colours available at the make-up counter. The make-up cost me an arm and a leg- but since I needed my own limbs, I may have borrowed them from an unsuspecting passer-by.

I then rushed back for my hair appointment and was treated like a celeb. I got four hairdressers for the price of one. They all began to touch my hair and play with it after one of them cut it. It may have been fun for them, but since I don't like people touching my hair, it was… trying.

I got back at 3pm, after a day of primping and preening and felt like a gazillion dollaaahhhsss. Now I am ready to tackle ANY wedding. London, here we come.

Tuesday 22nd April 2014

(101- days not dalmatians )

*some of the afore-mentioned events may have slightly been exaggerated, but creative licensing allows me to write with flair*