Lazy Girl is going on vacation -- to Antigua in the Caribbean. I am leaving tomorrow with my two college girlfriends for a week in the sun (covered up and properly sun-blocked, of course).
Not to worry, His Majesty, Richard Cramer I, will be properly looked after in the the manner to which he is accustomed. Her Majesty, Princess Dianna, and her consort, his Grace, Michael, will be coming from Chicago to keep His Majesty company whilst he feasts upon roasted swan and oysters. (I have been binging on The Tudors. Can you tell?)
To get ready for Antigua, I took myself to Sasoon Salon today for a color treatment. Oh, oh, the cat is out of the bag. I color my hair. How liberating to say it. Hair color is out of the closet, and I'm proud.
We had snow today in NYC.
And it's Dead Christmas Tree Time in the City.
I am happy to say that we have a tree mulching program.
Kat greets me for my 10:15 appointment.
A bit of breakfast while waiting for Violet,
Beautiful beauty products for the hair.
Precision cuts are the hallmark of
Sassoon Salon since British-born Vidal Sassoon began
the firm in 1965 with his Bauhaus-inspired wedge cut.
Tuesdays are quiet, and the snow.....
Eileen offers me a robe.
The color room.
Magazines for my perusal.
The magic, as Violet calls it.
Violet has been coloring my hair at Sassoon
on and off (mostly on) since 1985.
We chat about her two teenage sons who play
squash and run track.
Reading the Times while my color sets.
Airlines are leaving behind their colorful outfits
in favor of the Bland Look.
American Airlines, on which I am flying to Antigua tomorrow,
now has GRAY uniforms.
Sheomara is an assistant in training.
Jen is also in training.
Sassoon is simply the best when
it comes to training to be a stylist or colorist.
No bland looks for Sheomara and Jen!
Pasha did my blow dry to perfection.
After, I stop at City Bakery
to buy Mac and Cheese to take home
City Bakery was founded in 1985.
They used to make wonderful chocolate tarts,
but one day just stopped.
Now they make giant cookies.
This gentleman told me he used to have
a bakery in my Lower East Side neighborhood
in the late 1960s.
Easter eggs in January.
Who cares? They are pretty.
Lunch was delicious.
Giant cookies waiting
to fatten you up.
Forget it, I already can't fit in to my pants.
Lazy Girl will see you in Antigua!