I had decided that I was going to try and join in on the Sunday Salon posts. I know that there are hundreds of participants so they won't exactly have missed me when I haven't been participating, but I think that I need to have some kind of discipline so that I actually sit down and post something on the weekends. It also turns out that they are not accepting new members, but oh well, I will just post anyway! Maybe something similar will show up at some point that I can officially join in on.
On the weekends I think a lot about the posts that I intend to write, I just don't often do it! It's not like I don't just sit in front of the computer on the weekend - I do - but I spend most of that time either on Twitter or on reading other people's blogs, rather than actually writing for my own, or playing stupid Facebook games (damn you Bejeweled Blitz).
I often wonder whether other people do that too. If you sit down at the computer, do you read everyone else's blogs and then write your own posts, or do you write your posts and then go and visit other people?
So I should start writing about the topic I have chosen for my first Sunday Salon (kind of) post. I went to the hairdresser yesterday. Without getting too far off of topic before I even start properly, I gave instructions to say I liked what I had done last time. The girl who did it last time was on holidays, so I spoke to a new hairdresser about what I wanted, who then went home sick, and so my hair was cut by someone different again. The end result is that I my hair is shorter, blonder and cost more than I anticipated. Anyway....
Like many other people, I prepared for at least 3 hours of sitting in the hairdresser's chair by taking a book with me. I know that I am not the only one who does that because there were at least four of us in the salon who had brought their book with them. One of the girls was reading Lipstick Jungle by Candace Bushnell, and actually ended up leaving her book behind when she left. One of the other girls was reading an absolute chunkster of a book that I couldn't quite read the title of. I really wanted to go and see what she was reading but I didn't think that the colourist would necessarily appreciate me getting up and walking around. I could have yelled out across the room, but (a) I am a lady (said in my best Little Britain voice) and (b) the music was pretty darned loud.
Once they finished taking all the foils out, it was time for washing and cutting and styling, so my reading time was over, but it was nice to have a good couple of hours of mostly uninterrupted reading, which is more than I would have got if I had of been at home! And in case you were wondering, the book I was reading was Leonardo's Swans by Karen Essex.