I had an unplanned day out today. I called Liquid this morning to make an appointment for next week, and it turned out they had an opening today at 3:30, so I decided to go today and spend the rest of the day doing stuff around town.
First, I went to the Cambridgeside Galleria, as I'd been planning to do. I accomplished my goal, which was to buy a pair of LEI jeans. The jeans were on sale, though still not cheap. They were also marked four sizes larger than the pants size I normally wear, but I guess as long as they fit well, it doesn't matter what number is on the tag.
Next, I took the T to the South End, where I grabbed a wonderful tomato and mozzarella sandwich from Flour and got to see a baby (but no dogs this time)! Then it was time for my appointment with Holly at Liquid. Probably the last one before I move, and coincidentally, she's also moving soon--to Maine!
First she colored my hair (the same blonde as before, just a touch-up. Well, I hadn't had anything done for four months, so maybe a little more than a touch-up). No lemon bars this time, but I did get some water in a cute glass with a bendy straw, and I read some boring girly magazines ("girly magazines" in both senses of the phrase--I flipped through both Cosmo and FHM).
Next, there was a shampooing interlude. The shampoo girl is good; she massages the scalp while shampooing, which makes up for the uncomfortable sinks they make you lean your head into. I wonder if the other salon employees share their tips with her; I hope so! Or maybe I was supposed to tip her separately.
Then came the haircut. It's pretty much the same as last time. I like it. It was raining pretty hard out today, but luckily it stopped before I went outside, or else my pretty blow-dried hair would've gone back to being curly (I know, there's nothing wrong with curly hair, but it's so very rarely straight!). Oh, and I also got my eyebrows waxed while I was there. Yet again, the wax took off a few layers of epidermis, leaving my eyebrows very sad-looking. Worse than just the redness and swelling that's normal with eyebrow waxing. I'm not sure if Holly is just rougher than other aestheticians I've been to, or if my skin has just gotten more sensitive since I moved here. I'll just be self-conscious again for a few days, and then it'll heal and I'll be all better.
Here are before and after pictures of my hair (and eyebrows--Jen's eyebrows are nicer though, I think):
It's crazy how much volume goes away when it's straight (and even more when it's really straight). Maybe I'll start trying to blow dry it again. I did it for a few weeks after my last visit to Liquid, but then I lost my motivation.
After my salon visit, I went to Copley Place (two malls in one day and a visit to a salon? I guess I was making up for all those weekends I spent in the lab). I was hoping to find some simple black dress shoes, since I don't have much in the way of nice shoes at the moment. But I didn't find what I was looking for. All the shoe places were having sales, and they tended not to have my size, which was disappointing. I didn't think my shoe size was that popular; I have bigger feet than average.
Oh, but I did find a few more things on sale (everything I bought today was on sale!). I got a cute little frou-frou top at the Limited. It came with this annoying extra strap and fabric rosette attached, but I did a little surgery on it when I got home, and it's much more to my liking now. Here's the top before and after (those are my new jeans I'm wearing, but they just look like jeans). I hope it doesn't fall apart as soon as I wash it!
So, it was a satisfying day of materialism. I still feel kind of weird about being all traditionally girly and conforming to social beauty standards, having my eyebrows shaped and getting my hair dyed and styled and stuff. I like myself the way I am, and I'm glad people don't all look the same, but I still feel better about myself when I put extra effort into my appearance and grooming. That's pretty normal, I guess. I just don't want to become one of those women who are obsessed with their appearances and have fake tans and fake nails and fake boobs and wear uncomfortable high-heeled shoes all the time. I just need to figure out where to draw the line between enhancing what I've got and trying to make myself look like a totally different person. I'm not too worried.