High Maintenance…?

This week, I took a trip to my favourite city; Edinburgh. I must have visited ‘Auld Reekie’ over a hundred times, but I still get a thrill of anticipation as I travel towards the city centre. With Edinburgh Castle as a backdrop, I head straight for Princes Street and make my way from one end to the other, taking in all the high street ‘names’ as I go. Then, if I can dash into Harvey Nichols by St Andrew’s Square before making my way back down George Street, stopping to window shop in Hobbs, Whistles and LK Bennet, all the better!



Edinburgh Castle overlooking Princes Street Edinburgh. Photos: commons.wikimedia.org



 

My ultimate destination is to my hairdresser on Fredrick Street. I’ve been going to Angus Gordon for almost twenty years. I love to catch up on gossip with my lovely stylist, spend time relaxing, reading magazines and sipping champagne, as well as getting my hair expertly coiffured.

Eeek - that makes me sound terribly high maintenance, doesn’t it?!



A glass of champagne at the hairdresser

 

But in my own defence, unlike some of my very stylish friends, who go to their hairdresser every six weeks, I go no more than four times a year. Of course, by the time I need to go - I mean I really need to go - and practically have to sneak in with a paper bag over my limp, split, drab coloured hair, professing my apologies for looking such an absolute mess.

 





On my way to looking coiffured...!

 

But a glass of chilled champagne and my colour fix usually makes me feel much better. Then a special conditioning treatment followed by a head and neck massage quickly banishes any writerly muscle stresses and makes me feel fabulous even before I’ve had a cut and style!

So that’s my ultimate treat. My no-longer-secret indulgence.  Something I save up for and look forward to lots. What’s your indulgence…? Is it a hair appointment, a shoe shopping session, an occasional luxury spa retreat?

 

Does it make you terribly high maintenance or are you ‘worth it’?

Do tell..!!