So yesterday I told you about my whole multi-tasking embarrassment attempting to get a pedicure while getting my hair dyed.
When I got back to the salon, my hair cutting lady, Sylvia, shook her finger at me.
Like THAT would stop me next time.
I know Sylvia quite well so I don't know why she was surprised that I was trying to maximize my time.
She motioned me toward the wash bowl.
As I saw down I saw a sweet, older lady sitting at the dryer right across from the wash station.
"I love that color of lavender you're wearing," I told her as I sat down.
She smiled at me and told me it was her favorite color!
We smiled at each other.
Sylvia informed me she was going to dye my eyebrows, cut my hair and then take my eyebrow color off.
I felt her dab some stuff on my eyebrows and then wash my hair.
When I sat up the sweet, older lady looked shook.
"My word!" she said. "Oh. My word!"
I didn't realize WHY she said that until Sylvia turned my chair toward the mirror.