So THAT'S where they're supposed to be!

Today is one of those days where I just feel good about myself. It didn't start that way, but I'm feeling it now.

April and I went to the mall today, which neither one of us was entirely in the mood for. We headed for the salon first, since that was the main reason for our trip. Then of course we had a 40 minute wait, so we headed for La Senza. As April checked out the skankariffic lingerie as a Valentine's Day present for her boyfriend, I started the annoying task of looking for bras. I hate bra shopping. Honestly. When you aren't a B cup, it's damned hard to find a good bra that fits. And what's with the padding? I mean, when you have a large chest to begin with, you really don't need anything extra there. But after wrestling with various styles, I finally found a couple.

Then we went back to the salon, where my stylist seemed horrified at the state of my hair. And then she went on to say that "your hair is fine, but I love it!" and "the colour of your hair is absolutely gorgeous!". Every hair stylist I have ever been to has told me this...in fact, I've sort of come to expect it. I feel bad because I didn't tip. I had no cash on me, except bus fare, so it wasn't really possible. And the owner of the salon was really nice...he helped me put my coat on since my hands were full. [and even though it was sort of sexist, sometimes it's nice when people do that for you]

So between the bras and haircut, dammit, I just feel hot.