Beauty Salon

When I was a girl I used to go and spend a week with my grandma every summer.  She lived in Northern Utah in what I would classify as "farm town".  My aunts always make fun of me and call me a city girl.  One of the things we always got to do when we stayed with grandma was go to the "beauty salon".  It was always a highlight of the week.

Right now I'm sitting in my own little beauty salon.  Liv's salon, called Beauty by Liv, is located upstairs in her bean bag chair, where I am comfortably sitting.  Music is playing while I type and my stylist (Liv) is curling my hair.  My nails have already been done and my make-up applied with hot pink cheeks and purple eyes.  It's lovely!

Liv seems to be a little obsessed with doing hair, nails, and makeup a lot lately.  This morning she wouldn't come down for breakfast.  Finally after hollering several times she came down proclaiming that she had to finish her nails and that is why she was late.  Last night after checking on her in bed I found her sound asleep with hot pink lipgloss smeared all over her lips and then some. It was cute. I have a feeling lots of facials, manicures, and hair styles are coming my way.