Much excitement in Castle Calla today for tomorrow we skip up to Olympia to the Professional Beauty Show - tra-la!
Never has there been so much badly applied fake tan, ratty hair extensions and tacky pink and white nail "enhancements" seen under one roof!
I'll end up queuing for hours for the new Shellac colours or being elbowed out of the way at the Fake Bake counter, and the end of the day I'll be footsore and knackered!
So why, I hear you ask, do I do it? (or rather we; Alex, who likes to think of himself as the finance director, comes along too)
Well, as much as sometimes I think I'd rather pass a kidney stone rather suffer the madness of a show, it's actually essential to go. It's where I find out about new treatments, improvements to existing ones, get product samples, new stuff (like the Shellac colours). Sometimes I can catch up with chums off Salon Geek, where we nip off to the VIP area and chew the fat.
It's exhausting. But it's also "such fun" on what I call a Sunday!
So, ask me tomorrow night when my poor toes are bruised from all those infernal wheelie trollies that people insist on bringing with them, and my bank account has taken a hammering from the seductive sweetmeats on offer if I've enjoyed it, was it worthwhile.
Pound to a penny the answer is yes - sign me up for the next one!
Never has there been so much badly applied fake tan, ratty hair extensions and tacky pink and white nail "enhancements" seen under one roof!
I'll end up queuing for hours for the new Shellac colours or being elbowed out of the way at the Fake Bake counter, and the end of the day I'll be footsore and knackered!
So why, I hear you ask, do I do it? (or rather we; Alex, who likes to think of himself as the finance director, comes along too)
Well, as much as sometimes I think I'd rather pass a kidney stone rather suffer the madness of a show, it's actually essential to go. It's where I find out about new treatments, improvements to existing ones, get product samples, new stuff (like the Shellac colours). Sometimes I can catch up with chums off Salon Geek, where we nip off to the VIP area and chew the fat.
It's exhausting. But it's also "such fun" on what I call a Sunday!
So, ask me tomorrow night when my poor toes are bruised from all those infernal wheelie trollies that people insist on bringing with them, and my bank account has taken a hammering from the seductive sweetmeats on offer if I've enjoyed it, was it worthwhile.
Pound to a penny the answer is yes - sign me up for the next one!
