Robbiegirl's thread on watching GG's getting ready and do their makeup got me thinking...
I remember when i was too young to be left alone having to go to the beauty parlor with my mom on Saturday morning. I always loved that smell... A mixture of hairspray, bleach, and perm solution.
I would watch the women get their hair washed, set in rollers, sit under the dryer, then get combed out, and fluffed.
I wanted to be one of those ladies so bad. To this day having my hair washed by someone is such a luxuriously decadent experience.
