She scurried off into the salon itself and left me to compose myself. I looked across at my reflection in the full-length mirror and studied myself. I turned side on so that I could fully appreciate the way that my dark blonde hair cascaded onto my shoulders. It had been longer until recently, probably down to my bra strap, but I had given in to my stylist's urging to take a few inches off the ends to make it more manageable and a bit more in keeping with my status as a thirty-something. I must admit that it had been the right decision as it did make it easier to manage and did save me time getting ready in the morning. It was still long enough for me to be able to qualify for this evening's assignment as a model for some 'up-do's' and wedding styles and that was the main thing as far as I was concerned.
I had been doing a bit of hair modelling for a friend who was doing a beauty course at college. Once she qualified, she recommended me to one of her friends and I've been doing it off and on for a year or so. It gets me out of the house from time to time and gets me a bit of cash for very little effort. Thirty-something or not, all of the curves were in the right places, even if I did say so myself. I was still standing there quietly pleased with the trim figure staring back at me when I heard my name. I turned around.
