When my hairdresser decided to fly the coop, lets just say, that was the straw that broke this here camel's back.
I am well aware that in life there are much bigger problems to contend with than one's hairdresser going missing...war, famine, AIDs, The Recession, retrenchment and halitosis come to mind.
But you know what, i don't care.
Last week was a bad, bad week and the only sliver of hope on the horizon was that i would feel a little more human after getting my hair did. It didn't help that a male co-worker kept calling me out on my bird's nest on Friday afternoon...although, what the state of my hair has got to do with him is another mystery i would solve if i actually cared.
Thankfully, help was at hand from a lovely girlfriend who is the proud owner of flat-iron that is a miracle worker (true story). What was meant to be a hair make-over turned into a counselling session which then became a comfort-food session, after 2 odd hours i was a new person.
Good friends are hard to find...fantastic girlfriends are a bigger rarity.
What's the nicest thing a friend has ever done for you...or you for them?
Goosey Goosey Gander: Got up close and personal with a bottle of Grey Goose on Saturday night. I understand the hype now. My Russian alter-ego, Valushka, even made an appearance (she only emerges when good quality vodka is being consumed - she is a Romanov after all, lol).
67 minutes to save the world: In honour of Madiba's (Nelson Mandela) birthday on Saturday, everyone is being encouraged to dedicate 67 minutes of their time to giving back to the community in honour of Madiba dedicating 67 years of his life in fighting injustice and apartheid in South Africa.
I'm not sure where my 67 minutes will go but can't help but feel that compared to sacrifices made by Madiba and people like him, 67 minutes sounds like nothing in the grand scheme of things.
It's a start i guess.
Happy belated Birthday Madiba!
Where are your 67 minutes going towards?