i love having my hair brushed by someone else.....
i love having my eyebrows shaped, my eyelashes tinted,
my nails done, my feet pampered.....
i love it when someone else does those things for me,
and i count myself very fortunate that i have a daughter
who loves to give me pedicures and manicures and who
enjoys 'styling' my hair......
however, a few days ago she decided that she was going
to 'curl' my hair and, whilst my mind was wandering somewhere
else and i was unaware of what she was doing, she wrapped a
nice big, thick strand of my hair around a comb.....
bad move sweetie......
when she tried to undo it, it got knottier and knottier........
until, finally, i called 'time out' and took the scissors to it and just cut the whole knotty mess out.....
she was devastated.......
who'd have thought cutting a bit of my hair out would cause her so much
angst when she didn't bat an eyelid when she made this!
1 comment:
Lydia's hair-combing often requires similarly drastic remedies.
I couldn't stand anyone touching my feet. I'm so ticklish it's not even fun :)
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