I'm not normally a girlie type lass, but when my children furnished me with a voucher for a pamper at a spa for my birthday, I thought I'd give it a go. Seemed nice enough at the time this morning, lots of tea and chat as various bit of my body were plucked and painted...
But having just got home to review the results, I now see that I look like a startled drag queen in a wind tunnel who is haemorrhaging from her fingers and toes. It's a great look.