I was just listening to Eartha Kitt’s “Santa Baby” and the lyrics reminded me of my time in the salon prior to Christmas day.
Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s.
Like hairdressers, beauticians are ridiculously busy before the arrival of the red-suited man. It’s a phenomenon I personally don’t understand, but for whatever reason, women must be waxed and their hair must be preened. Not all women of course, but a large majority.
In salon times, I worked 14-hour days before December 25th. Brazilian waxing and placing sparkly Swarovski crystals on freshly waxed lady bits. All in the name of some lighthearted vajazzling fun.
But those days have gone and here we are at the end of another year.
It’s been a crazy one for me. Renovating our family home, entertaining a 4-year-old toddler and swapping waxing for laser hair removal. Oh, laser treatment, where have you been all my life?! I love you more than waxing itself.
I’m hoping to start writing again in the new year, but for now, I’m just trying to get through the festive fog. Thank you all for your unconditional support. I wish you the merriest of times and super safe travels.
Merry berries! SJx
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