Tag: hair

Just some random stories

  • My first day at work was fabulous.  Lovely people, lovely company!  I am also the proud owner of no less that 6 blisters.  I haven’t worn heels for longer than an hour in MONTHS, so I took the ‘comfortable’ pair of heels with as a back-up.  By 10h00 I was wearing them and by lunchtime I was buying plasters.
  • Isabel had a croup attack on Thursday night.  She’s never ever had croup.  At 01h30 we woke up to that barking cough and 10 minutes later I was at the emergency room.  They nebbed her and I brought her home.  Round trip: an hour.
  • On Saturday morning I had my hair appointment and clothes search for a make-over shoot this coming week.  I have never spent longer than 2 hours in a salon on my hair.  Normally I run in, they plonk the stuff on and 2 hours later I’m running off.  This took 4 hours. 4 HOURS.  The result:  a lot of blonde streaks.  My first attempt at blow-drying this morning was spectacularly unsuccessful so I’m dreading tomorrow.  So far I’m going to have a possible footwear fail as well as a hair fail.
  • Tomorrow morning is the first morning we have to mobilise the kids and be out the door by 07h15.  We used to let them wake up by themselves and saunter out the door at around 08h00.  I also have to get up a LOT earlier because now I have to a. Shower, b. Dry my hair, c. Put on decent clothes and d.  Put on my face before we leave.  Should be fun. (I’m making a mental note here to keep my sense of humor in tact, I might need it in the morning)
  • We also had a live-in domestic move in today.  It’s a lovely lady by the name of Sylvia who is undaunted by noisy children, mess and dogs.  She also didn’t run screaming for the hills when she arrived late afternoon just after friends had left us after a long and rather boozy lunch.  Which entailed several bottles of wine and almost all our crockery standing in precarious piles around the kitchen.  As we walk in the door I apologise for the mess saying we had friends that have just left.  Oh, she says, were they here for the weekend?  Whilst casting an eye over all the bottles our friends had left from a tasting, all in various stages of emptiness.  ‘cringe’
  • I’m slightly nervous for the night as Mignon has now also started with a croup cough, which I thought wasn’t contagious.  But according to the Great Oracle of Google it is a contagious as the common cold.  My Mother is on standby for tomorrow..

I cast a mental eye over my life tonight and even though there are some enormous changes at the moment it’s all good stuff (except the croup).  We are very, very blessed.

Stand by for more news..

ps: yesterday we saw a long bridal stretch limo with a bridal party in it, and as it passed us it had that tell-tale little dove (Doves undertakers) on the back window.  Hilarious!

pick pick pick

Since the Big Prickly Pear Episode over the weekend Etienne and I have been walking around with my favourite pair of tweezers.  I have several pairs of tweezers, but this is by the far the best one I’ve ever had.  It’s always in my make-up bag so I can whip it out and pluck that stray hair whenever I’m sitting in traffic or whatever.  Every girl should have a favourite pair of tweezers.  And I’m particularly possessive over mine.

Why am giving you this absolute little gem of utterly useless information?

Because I was sitting in an interview yesterday and ran my palm over my neck and SUDDENLY I felt a hair.  A prickly little hair that didn’t belong there.  And I felt completely distracted.  And panicked.

Firstly I was wondering about where my friggin tweezers were and mentally poking a little voodoo doll that looked like Etienne for peeling those farking prickly pears in the house.  Then, as I was leisurely running my hand back and forth over the offending hair I was wondering if the person I was talking to could see it protruding from my neck.  I was wondering if she was going to walk away from the interview and say to someone: “OMG, you won’t believe it, this chick had a massive hair sticking out of her neck!”

I seriously had to pull myself toward myself and focus on the conversation, it was ridiculous.  You know what it’s like when you know you can’t scratch something and ALL you want to do it pick away, like having an annoying pimple.

At least I found the bloody tweezers floating around the house and could resolve the ‘issue’ when I got home.

Phew.