Not gonna lie, last week was shit.

Just one of those weeks, you know? My body couldn’t seem to sleep enough, I’d awake in the middle of the night and just stare at the stupid clock until daylight came and my eyes dried out so badly I could barely read my computer screen. And after being wrung through the wringer (oh shit, what an expression) I found myself feeling rather…lonely. For no real reason at all. I’m finding it difficult to be satisfied with anything lately.

So I woke up Saturday morning after having slept a solid 9 hours. NINE HOURS, without any interruption whatsoever. I didn’t budge. I felt absolutely amazing.

I had an hour to get ready for my hair appointment. I freaking love my hairdresser, she’s just the sweetest most talented person. I gave her total creative license and she gave me perfect hair.

I swear to god, I could spend a full 24 hours in a salon and I wouldn’t get sick of someone touching my head. It puts me in a coma. Plus Aveda gives the best damned head massages in the world, with a hot towel neck compress. The first person to massage my head was a scrawny little skinny-jean guy, with magical fingers. And omg did I mention everything is organic? And smells delicious?

Then while I was waiting for the dye to set, my hairdresser asked if I wanted to soak my feet.

There I was sitting in the salon with my feet in hot water, reading and making supper plans for The Sprout, being pampered and anticipating a good night out with the girls.

I reached zen. There it was. The perfect day. Perfect. Freaking. Day.

And the only sign giving away me being a misfit was the chipped polish on my toenails, while the women beside me were clean as a whistle. But you know what? I’m definitely more fun.

Anyway, the hair turned out great, not too shocking but it really brightens me up:

You can almost see up my skirt there, I’m sorry about that.

We went to a friend’s surprise party, which she already knew about because it was her idea.

I felt kinda silly, but she enjoyed it. The whole thing is a long story and basically started out as a joke, which her roommates took seriously, etc. etc. We bonded with some new people, drank our faces off and headed out on the town. And nothing extraordinary happened.

But damn, what a day.

(Photo by Pink Sherbet Photography)

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