My transition is gathering pace, and as that happens I am already passing through a few notable milestones……
It probably doesn’t mean much to anyone else, but Happy Birthday to my Nails….
The length, the polish, the shape, the whole Nail experience… It has been a whole year of glorious self expression, through the medium of Nails…
Amazingly, it really is one full year since my first Salon experience in Bathurst on the other side of the country.
Having dared to cross the threshold I nervously stood peering at a list of Nail services. I didn’t know what to ask for, but that didn’t matter, because the staff didn’t speak English anyway.
Ever since that first tentative step into a previously unknown world, I have relished the opportunity to treat myself to a little splash of colour.
The time I spend in the company of the fabulous ladies, customers and staff, at the Salon in Busselton is pure therapy.
My newly polished and extended nails, back then marked the first visible sign of my impending transition. At the time it was bold, scary, and there was no going back.
Walking into that Nail Bar went beyond the first Hormones, and the endless Psych vists. It sent a subtle message that “Suzanne is coming.”
Because of that, I am raising a glass and wishing my currently very glossy , very purple talons, a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDEED.
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