The hour and a half spent at the salon, sitting in a horrible chair, exacerbating my stenosis while getting “blonded” is mitigated only by the latest and greatest girly girl magazines of the month. I get unnecessarily excited about makeup and clothing; Thus, Allure, Marie Claire, and Vogue all help me get through the ceaseless sciatica misery. Even the crazy just-for-the-catwalk outfits are sometimes fun to view for giggles. But.. Read More