Friday afternoon, after letting a “master student” at Av.eda take 7 inches off my hair* and managing to save $24.50 off the usual price of $37, I went off to spend some of that savings on a sandwich. Would you believe that I had no sooner sat down than eight hugely pregnant women arrived to enjoy lunch together? All of them well-dressed and attractive in high heels? Who were they? Maternity models on break? Or a torture squad sent out to terrorize infertile and/or tentatively pregnant women? Mine was not the only stricken face in the room. I was so bemused I hardly had time to be jealous.
* 7 inches gone and my hair is still below my shoulders? When did it get so long?