Maybe we need to build a bathroom in the back garden. Sometimes in the middle of the night I get an upset stomach, and it leads to everyone else being upset as well. There are noises…I won’t go into it. The worst part is that I wake up in the morning still looking like death. I run my own hair salon from home, so I can’t afford to look like the Grim Reaper when I open the doors. I have Mrs Grimsby in the morning, and if she sees me looking terrible she’ll let the entire neighbourhood know. You’d think that she’d show a bit of restraint because I decide how her hair ends up, but…
There’s a girl down the street, I think I heard she was doing a beautician course. Imagine, doing an entire diploma of beauty…you just wouldn’t have an excuse to look bad, ever, but at least you have the means to make yourself beautiful! My goodness, the things you could do with an entire course on beauty are immense. But the pressure? Imagine telling people what you do for a living, and then having them constantly judging you because your hair is a bit out of place, or you smudged your eye shadow on the way there, or the shade of lipstick you chose doesn’t really mesh well with the drapes. People would treat you like some kind of celebrity, holding you to different standards than everyone else. I’m not sure I could take it.
As for my business, I have a quick hair fix (being a hairdresser, I at least know how to handle that side of things) so I can at least appear to have put some effort into it. But then…well, I don’t quite know how to perk up my eyes, or make my lips appear to be full. Currently they’re cracked and dry, and since my clients can constantly see me in the mirror all the time, it’s gotten to the point where I’m embarrassed. Perhaps I should round off my skills with an actual, genuine, for real, Melbourne makeup course? Either that or pay the girl on my street to do my makeup every morning before I open the salon. Either way, I need to make a decision fast before I start losing business!