Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Misadventures In Beauty Parlor

I don't go to salon that often. You see one really needs a lot of motivation to maintain appearances when you don't have to go to office and face any judgemental eyes! So who cares if your eyebrows are little bushy?? Besides my salon visits almost always ends up in catastrophe..

Like the other day, I went and asked for a clean-up. The lady assigned to me started some preparatory work, after few minutes she calls another lady and talks in their native language (they happen to be from north east) all the while looking at me. Then the other lady shakes her head and makes a gesture as if refusing and they both stand in front of me having some kind of argument. Now at this point am staring at them trying to understand what seems to be the problem because they are obviously talking about me. It was so awkward that after a while I had to ask if everything is okay because in my head am wondering if she is new and has no clue how to do a clean-up! I mean it is really annoying when people talk in front of you in different language even though they can converse in language known to all (and have the audacity to not even pretend it's not about you!).

Every girl knows that when you go for a haircut, your hairs gets much shorter than you expected. So when you say you want a trim, some 4 inch gets chopped off! And I am not being paranoid when I say that it is possible that you get your eyebrows chopped off accidently too. Because it happened to me, well at least a good portion of it. It may be funny now but not so funny when you have a wedding to attend in couple of hours.

On another occasion I decided to get hair streaks. I am sure getting a color yellow on my head never crossed my mind, but that's what I ended up with because the person concerned tried experimenting with colors! For next 6 months, I watched my hair change color from yellow to shades of brown I never knew existed. Am still waiting for my natural jet black to come back.

Not to mention that on my wedding reception day, I looked like a geisha! I mean we had an actual japanese lady in guest list and I looked fairer than her! The whole make up  looked so tacky that I had tears in my eyes which had somehow eluded on my wedding day. I had to put filters in my pic(above) to hide the horrendous whitewashed complexion.

But more often than not my husband finds my trips to parlor amusing and somehow I have started taking a less offensive attitude towards it as well. I mean eventually with time everything goes back to its original state. So what if my hairs are shorter or eyebrows a tad out of proportion, it will grow back soon. And just like that one fine day you wake up to a breakthrough moment when you realize that a lot of things are too trivial to be fussed over. Getting few things wrong is not the end of the world.So what if you picked a bad restaurant or wrong movie to watch. It's not the last time you are doing these things. We often waste time trying to do things perfect and lose out on things which matters. And by the way no matter how hard you try, things are going to go bad that's what makes it life.

That said, I stopped making last moment visits to salons before functions because that's not "embracing life", that's just stupid.

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