It's been a lovely day.

This morning, Mother and I had our hair cut at Sublime. One would be wrong to call it simply a salon: you are politely asked by beautiful people with incredible hair and wonderfully unique clothes to fill out the details' to do with your do, so as to allow your hairdresser to become properly aqquainted with the condition of your hair.
Then you are treated to a "scentual massage"- essential oils wafted in front of your face and a pressure point release from the tip of your head out to your shoulders. It was like sex for my scalp.
Whilst you're conversing with those whom attend to you and moving between wash basin (I suddenly understand the joy of hot towels!), all clients are served a beverage of ones' choice- I requested clean green tea, but I could have instead had any type of cafe quality coffee or a gourmet juice- and a tiny home-made nibble of delicious biscuit.
The whole experience made me feel special.

Today I wore the asymetrical top I made, with the felt-ribbon wool I managed to kidnap from the art department and the large purple, red and green gauze flower I hand-stitched in Home Ec some years ago.

After being given compliments by every hairdresser who walked passed me whilst my newly nourished hair was being blow-dried, a lady that I'd never met before stopped me whilst I was walking around the shops and said: "I have to tell you, your outfit it absolutely beautiful." When I told her I'd made it myself, she replied that I should consider a career in fashion design, and to "keep up the good work!"
I was so close to tears with the sheer niceness of what everyone had been saying to me the entire day. I spend so much of my time preparing myself and trying to make myself pretty, and the rest of the day being completely let down by what I see in the mirror. I felt pretty for once, and it was an amazing feeling.
I tried on a size 6 dress and it was baggy on me. I'm not sure if that's a reason for celebration or some more re-cooperation, but atleast it made me comfortable enough to enjoy my Vietnamese chicken, lemongrass and vermicelli salad (I swapped with mother, because I'd originally ordered a rice vermicelli chicken curry, which although tasty, was too large and tasted too thick and creamy and scaaaaaaary).
I liked today. I like green tea. I very-almost like myself.
I'll talk about all of my purchases at some other point, when I have time to show you them properly.
Fight Club time.