A little pampering can feed the soul

Last night I thought it would be fun to play salon with Zoe. We've never played before and she's entirely interested in combing other people's hair. Plus she's at the age when she understands things like "don't pull on the comb, it's stuck in mommy's hair" and "gentle, be gentle with the brush."

I like all things related to my hair. Unless you count that unfortunate time in junior high when I found mystery gum after sixth period. I'm getting that same queazy feeling that I experienced every day of junior high, so we'll move on.

I love having my hair played with. It's the ultimate relaxation. There could be some selfish motive in teaching Zoe to play salon. If I was that kind of mother, that is.

We started by getting out all our accessories.

Then, while Zoe organized and color sorted the bin (she's totally in herited my OCD tendancies, I even caught her making sure all the frogs faced up), I did her hair.

I actually can't believe how long it's getting. I can actually put in pig tails that are lower on her head. Which is perfect for fall/winter hat seasons.

Then it was my turn. Apparently I needed some extra conditioning or a perm. She wasn't real specific on my kind of treatment. If it doesn't involve gum or one of those comb curling irons, I knew I would be fine.

The she finished instructing me where to put the accessories. Her feeling isn't less is more.

Maybe next time I can teach her about a scalp massage.