Coffee in the loft

 Saturday morning.

I'm in a posh cafe, snuggled on a single couch in the corner of the loft. In the background of peoples heavy chatter, 'Torna A Surriento' is playing softly.

I didn't wake this morning exactly 'on top of the world', but after a few hours of reading an inspiring book and getting an unhealthy amount of caffeine in to my system, I am psycho!

Cafe 1. Soy Mocha w/ cinnamon scroll!

I leave my comfy loft chair and go in search of a hair salon.
And the first one I spot I walk in to, because it looks prestigious.
I ask the girl sitting behind the front counter if I can possibly be fit in today.
"Yes, in fact, right now we have a free spot"
I turn around and the manager is standing there waiting to hang my coat and scarf on a hanger. He takes my bags and walks me to a chair. He sits listening to me explain my idea for my new style. We're so close on the couch, our knees are touching. We each have a stylist magazine, perusing for a 'do' that touches my fancy.

He reminds me of someone.
It takes a full 10 minutes to figure out who this adorable little man looks like.

Ha! I've got it! Nigel from 'Devil Wears Prada'.

For the next 90 minutes I sit looking at myself in the mirror while 'Nigel' snips here and there, moving around me, burning my neck with the blow dryer, and hurting my ears with the scratchy curling brush. The butterflies in my tummy have started to fly around anti-clockwise and I feel faint, I'm nervous it's going to look like rubbish.

The front counter girl walks over.
"would you like to read some magazines, sweety?"
Oh yes please! Anything to take my mind off this process!
"Oh bless! You're SO brave"

I keep a straight posture and hold the magazine up in front of my face. Mainly so I don't get told off by Mr. Nigel, but also to obstruct my view of the mirror.

I am too wrapped up in the gossip involving Carey Mulligan's engagement to Marcus Mumford (I wanted to marry him!) to notice my cape being taken off.
I need to do this slowly. If I move too quickly, I could give myself an aneurysm.
Carefully, I peek over the top of the mag...

"Jessica! You look like a model!"
Oh my gosh!! I feel like a model!!!
"you pull it off, darling!"
Thank you SO SO SO much!
"Do you like it, Jessica?"
Are you kidding, I LOVE!!!
"Ok darling, I will see you next time. You have been pleasant to work with".

I chuck the money over the counter and run out the door. I need to scream!
I feel brand new. A different me. A happier me. A trendier ME!

I'm standing in the rain wearing a beam so wide, it's hurting my flushed cheeks. I want to drop my bags right here on the sidewalk in the pouring rain and run to alleviate some of this surging energy.

Cafe 2. soy vanilla latte

Not two minutes later, I'm sitting in a Costa holding my second coffee. So I sit. And read. And fill the pages of my journal.