Hairapy

What is it about having really great hair that can change your mood, your outlook, the way people respond to you? I had a great week last week, despite it being V-Day and all. I spent the cursed evening in Vancouver with my best friend and another girlfriend. All without male accoutrements for the day, we gathered in her metro-chic condo, ordered in a Thai feast, drank Champagne Cocktails and did girly stuff. We put on hair-masks and face-masks and did our toes and fingernails. And in our pjs with shower caps on and green muck drying on our faces, making it impossible to smile or laugh without looking slightly demonic, we toasted sisterhood and beauty products. Next day we all got our hair and makeup done and went for lunch, accompanied by alcoholic concoctions that seemed downright sinful for a Friday afternoon. And the hair! Best friend's now sleek and straight, shimmering a thousand caramel highlights, other friend looking like an updated Charlie's Angel, all waves and volume, and me---ME---Miss Straight-As-Pins Hair, full of glorious curls, ringlets even! I fairly glided out of the salon, curls bouncing as I went. I felt buoyant, different, beautiful. The curls lasted an incredible 4 days, and the compliments! Strange, a little thing like hair. But I felt I could take on the world, and win. The curls are gone now, but not the feeling.

I have a photo. It is the first one in a long time I actually like to look at.

Q