Beauty Shop? More Like Clown Shop (August 28, 2006)

I decided to take some extra time to purty myself up. You know, a 'me' day. I figured I'd save some money and do it myself instead of going to the salon. That was my first mistake. I spent extra time in the shower with some leave in conditioner and even did my nails. The result? Maaavolus....ly sad. My hair had some sort of frizz thing going on that made me look like a two dollar crack-ho and my nails... *sigh* I started the nails around 11AM. First coat was clear, then when that dried a second coat of Rose Amethyst (where do they think these names up?). After that dried I put on a third coat of RA. Around 2:30pm I finally put on the top clear coat and waited for it to dry. And waited... and waited. I worked on my hair again, putting some sort of oil in it to take out the frizz and managed to give it a shiny look. The last time I tried it I looked like that kid in your eighth grade math class that sat in the back and was teased about OPEC calling them to make a deal. This morning I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom to bush my teeth. I groggily looked down at my nails and almost choked on the toothpaste. They had the imprint of my sheets all over them. Sonofabitch! Now I have to try some sort of half-assed touch-up before I go to work. The meaning of the story: you get what you pay for.

Posted by Diva at August 28, 2006 05:41 AM

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