Even though Princess Lulu doesn’t turn seventeen for a few days she requested that we spend a mother and daughter day together at the local shopping mall. What she really wanted was for me to fork out $200 buckeroonies to have her long hair bleached, tinted and treated with some rare, exotic oil only found and extracted from the baby teeth of a Fairy Penguin.
“Don’t get it done like you did last time,” I cautioned, “with the top of your hair brown and the bottom bleached. It looks cheap.”
“Frankly, I don’t care what you say Mum, I don’t have to listen to what you think,” she replied tartly, forgetting who was footing the bill for this costly coiffure.
“WhatEVER!” I replied, rolling my eyes, putting my ear plugs in and turning up my IPod.
No I didn’t… that’s what she does.
During her two hour pampering procedure I thought I’d enjoy a little indulgence of my own.
During her two hour pampering procedure I thought I’d enjoy a little indulgence of my own.
"Mum! Just go away! Just leave! You're spoiling our day out together!"
Swanning through Myers, I was unable to resist this Leona Edmiston frockle which I can wear to the Amateur Race Carnival next weekend.
Swanning through Myers, I was unable to resist this Leona Edmiston frockle which I can wear to the Amateur Race Carnival next weekend.
… and this hat to go with it.
When I went back to check on Her Highness she was in the wash-basin part of the cycle.
"Mum! This head massage is so relaxing I feel like kicking my leg in the air like the dog!"
“I told the hairdresser what you said about my style looking cheap and trashy Mum. He said he wants to have a word with you.”
“WhatEVER,” I drawled and trounced out flicking my hair as I went, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't following me.
There was still at least 45 minutes to wait until she was finished so I went and had fake red claws glued on to match my new red dress. The technician was wearing a face mask to prevent inhaling acrylic fibres. Where the hell was mine? I held my breath for thirty minutes to protect myself from contracting acrylestosis. It was hard work.
“I told the hairdresser what you said about my style looking cheap and trashy Mum. He said he wants to have a word with you.”
“WhatEVER,” I drawled and trounced out flicking my hair as I went, glancing over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't following me.
There was still at least 45 minutes to wait until she was finished so I went and had fake red claws glued on to match my new red dress. The technician was wearing a face mask to prevent inhaling acrylic fibres. Where the hell was mine? I held my breath for thirty minutes to protect myself from contracting acrylestosis. It was hard work.
I had to explain to Scotto when I returned home that now I have these long nails I won’t be able to cook or execute any housework for that matter for the next foreseeable future.
He took it fairly well.
I popped my head once more into the salon to discover a revamped Lulu with shining golden locks and a big grin on her face.
It was blow-dried and straightened beautifully but don’t tell her this…
I popped my head once more into the salon to discover a revamped Lulu with shining golden locks and a big grin on her face.
It was blow-dried and straightened beautifully but don’t tell her this…
I don’t think it really looks any different at all!
Hair: $196
Nails: $55
Dress: $103
Hat: $40
Time spent with daughter: Priceless!
