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Learning to See the Beauty in Salons
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Those who move easily through the world of day spas cannot imagine my terror as I stepped through the door. Vivaldi soared over the sound system. Candles glowed in the fern-filled room. A beautiful blond receptionist greeted me. "Care for some tea?"
"Yes, please," I stammered.
My stylist led me to her station and the receptionist reappeared with a mug of tea on a tray. Beside the mug lay a chocolate-covered mint.
Chocolate?
Instantly, I was hooked.
Stacy the Stylist got to work and soon my hair gleamed smooth and sweet-smelling, brushed into silken curls -- except for my bangs. A bit of pomade and a round brush, the stylist prescribed; otherwise, they look . . .
Like a neglected Shih Tzu's topknot? I suggested.
Stacy demonstrated how to transform my bangs into feathery wisps that framed my disbelieving eyes.
Now I understood my dogs' salon epiphany. Sporting my chic haircut, I emerged from the day spa energized. "I love your skirt," I told a girl on her bicycle. To the cashier who rang up my dog food, "Your earrings are adorable."
For aren't we all deserving of a little care, a little time and attention bestowed upon our bodies, our appearance? The confidence that accompanies self-regard can't help but radiate outward, reminding those around us that we're all lovely creatures, all worthy of getting groomed.
