The timer buzz snapped me out of what might soon have turned into an embarrassing bout of snoring, and Elizabeth said "I have time for a trim if you like." Those were magic words cause I'd caught myself doing the Edward Scissorhands thing a few days earlier in a fit over curls that had been raging out of control the past few weeks. I acquiesced cause I knew I needed someone to clean up the mess I'd made, and as I watched her trim a bit here and a bit there, I suddenly saw myself transformed from the wild harpy looking thing that had walked in the door an hour earlier to a kinder tamer version with lovely frizz-free ringlets.
As I swiveled in the chair to take in the 360 mirror view, my peripheral vision caught sight of another stylist with a cute pair of slip on shoes. Even as the question came out of me "ooh, I love your shoes, where did you get them" I fully expected her to say "oh these old things, had them for years." But to my surprise she said she'd only gotten them two weeks ago at a store just around the corner! After admiring my fresh bouncy curls one more time I ran round the block, found the coveted shoes, tried them on, and they not only looked great but fit well too. I left the store swinging the shopping bag with all the energy and swagger of a much younger girl who just knew she was the cutest thing in the parking lot. I laughed out loud because as ridiculous a thought it seemed at the time, I realized how authentic the feeling was, how a little beauty and synchronicity had turned a stormy day (literally and figuratively) into one where a bit of dazzle had burst through the clouds to shine a spotlight right on me!