So in as much as I love
attention, some information is
very lethal to give away.
I do though, from time to time,
ask for advice from the head
technician. Her being slightly
older, level headed, happy-golucky and, yes, married, she
gives good sound advice, but
encourages prayer and
listening to one’s heart.
Yes, advice. If one wants to
vent out frustrations, possibly
cry, have a good laugh and
maybe catch up with the
latest gossip, this is the place
to be. It is also a place to
connect with people and
make new friends.
Home wreckers, feminists, the
naïve females, the sluts, the
church heathen and saints, all
meet in this place.
I absolutely love this nail
salon, and I doubt I will be
changing any time soon.
As for the hair salon, where I
get my hair done in particular
it is usually calm. There is of
course, the news desk also
known as , gossip. And I
cannot forget the ‘battle of the
sexes’ debates with the
barbers. It is always
interesting to sit
through a session, while egos
are being fed or trampled on;
society is being dissected by
people who deal mostly with
hair. (No pun intended).
“For some strange
reason ladies find it
easy to divulge
personal information
in a public place like
this.”
But all salons have a general
atmosphere, oestrogen! (With
this statement I include our
‘pink’ male friends). Whether
it is the low density up-class,
expensive salon, or the ghetto
tuck-shop salon, you will
never find silence in these
places.
Unfortunately, there is very
little problem solving, or
intellectual conversations in
the Salon. The main topic of
discussion, MEN! I think it is
high time; women stopped
centralising life around
testosterone and focus more
on important issues such as
world peace, how to raise our
children to be good citizens,
or how to ensure that every
woman, whether rich or poor,
owns lots of pairs
of…..SHOES! And hand bags.
Undoubtedly there is never a
dull day in a salon. At times
there is drama! Those owing
debts, the wife versus the
mistress, the ‘pink ladies’ versus
the other ladies, and division
amongst the hairdressers
themselves, I have witnessed
physical fights, verbal abuse
(every profane word you can
imagine, I have heard), but the
action is priceless! (Shaking my
head).
Salon. Salon. Salon. Only a
woman can understand how
therapeutic it is to go there. You
go in low, you come out high. It
is a hospital for non-surgical
plastic surgery. It gives women
more things to talk about.
Blessed be every salon that
every woman sets foot in, and if
two or more women are
gathered, there shall be a lot of
chatter.
P.S.: Always write your own
love story
Ciao!
Lady E
“P.S.: Always
write your
own love
story”-Lady E
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