Today Jax has an appointment with the wonderfully cheerful woman who grooms him. He'll get shampooed, brushed out, trimmed, clipped and cuddled. She'll give him snacks and make him look beautiful and he won't want to leave when I return to pick him up. I've brought him to 2 different places, this particular woman works out of our vet's office. The other groomer I brought Jax to was a doggie day care and it was filthy and the woman working it was positively rude. I didn't know where to bring a dog for grooming, but this place was on my route so I'd driven past and figured why not? Now I know better after bringing him to the vet's office. It's remarkable that the other place is still open for business. Even though they charge 1/4 as much as the gal at the vet's office, there's no way I'd bring any animal through those doors. You just get a vibe from a place, you know?
Incidentally, I'm getting groomed today, too. Because Jax and me, we're tight like that, booking our hair appointments on the same day and all. And in that extra chunk of time (because Jax will get the full-body treatment, a blow out and style, I'm only getting a cut) I'm going out on a limb today. I'm headed to the Magical Counter of Cosmetics (more popularly known as "Sephora"). I hear they can do amazing things over there and I figure I'm at a stage in life when perhaps it's time to get some professional advice and assistance. It's time to start spackling in the cracks and crevices, disguising the wear and tear.
I've noticed that women wear make up like their mothers--so, if your mom wore a lot of product, you tended to as well. Obviously I come from more hippie stock, no make up. I also went to church camp as a young girl. The counselors taught us, "If the barn needs paint, paint it." Because those Baptists like their make up. I grew up longing for a dressing table with a skirt laden with pots and bottles of sweet-smelling things, vials of potions to smear on my skin.
Truth is, I've bought eye shadow twice in my life and never use it. My nails are bare, I never wear perfume, I have no dressing table, I have a small bag with a few tubes of lip gloss, mascara and eye liner. I look like the same person when I wake up as after I "get ready to go out."
Still, word on the street is that those folks at Sephora can help a low maintenance gal look polished and purty. I'll keep you posted.
Spill it, reader. Have you been to the Magical Counter of Cosmetics? Do you consider yourself high or low maintenance?