Mirror, Mirror who Am I ?

Is it me or the light, changing , What can be done? I seem to be going through mid life crisis? The mirror does not lie. About Sarah Jane Hacket.

Poor woman, with crows feet under her eyes, hair that need attention. Always been a good christion, missed out on marriage stakes to look after elderly grumpy mother. I see those looks, oh, poor Sarah what can one expect.? Well I maybe fifty five with Arthritis. Now it is my time to live, a little, spend some cash.

Sarah fetched the milk in from the step of Rose Vale Cottage. Would she really go through with it? Surprize everyone in Watsons Accounts, Sarah the dull and dawdy accounts clerk, who had watched others rise above her.

Well it was not too late to cancel the appointment at Golden Scissors Salon of the High Street. Sarah picked the phone up serveral times changing her mind putting the receiver back on its cradle. When her taxi arrived , she slipped on her coat soon she would know her fate beauty or dumb blond? She hoped Pepe knew his job, why did she let him talk her into a change of hair style. When she only needed a trim. Too late the taxi pulled up outside The Golden Scissors Salon.

Entering the premises she saw a row of mirrors and neon lights. Her coat was taken away to be hung up. Soon she was looking through glossy magazines as Pepe rubbed bright blue colour into her blonde locks. " NO worries just conditioner to bring out your red tones. Oh why could she not stay pale blond with a few specs of grey. Sitting there while the colour took , Sarah gave a sigh. Hair always grew back maybe the colour would wash out if she did not like it.

Snip, snip went those scissors as Pepe run his hands through her hair, "Nearly done mam". Well it was a surprize looking in the mirror after Pepe had finished she noticed she had ears had he gone too short with this Pixie cute cut. She had to admit it was diffrent. What about the bright betroot hair? Her mother would not have liked it. What had happend to her usual parting and hair grips.

Going down the High Street Sarah felt that, every one was staring at her. Lipstick known as Cherry Ripe and face powder from Boots Chemist would help? She had

the weekend before work on Monday morning, to get used to the new Sarah, Looking in the mirror why did she keep crying?

A wolf whistle from the milk man. Next doors kids laughing at her when she ventured out to mow the lawn. Maybe she would ask Pepe to tone the color down. He was a nice young man how could she upset him?

Monday dawned Sarah sighed opening the front door of her house she headed down the High Street her new hair do covered in a blue doted scarf. As she entered her office removing her head scarf. "Cheers happy birthday Sarah" they said. "Glamour Queen." Some of the younger staff smiled. Maybe she would buy a whole new wardrobe, no more tweeds and jumpers. Who knew whar the future would bring?

Going home from the office she turned the key in the lock, covering the gilt mirror in the kitchen with a a tea towel she must stop looking at her reflection in that grubby mirror. One of her mothers favourites, it would be replaced with a shiny new one to compliment Sarahs new look. Oh happy days turning off the lights Sarah took her coffee upstairs, Reading her libary book before bed. It had been an hectic few days.

Next day the birds sang as Sarah got out off bed. From now on upwards and forward no looking back at past mistakes, she should have been more co fident years,ago. Sarah ran her hands through her spiky mane. Her mother Nancy would have daid, she looked like acdrag queen. Why was Sarah laughing at her new refection in the mirror. A new me, shorter skirts , she had a figure that had stayed dormate under all that tweed she used to wear. Marks and Sparks here she come collect her order of sparkly dresses. There was life in the old dog.

Tonight there would be a date, with Brian the milk man. Later that evening she noticed how surprised he looked, seeing her in the white smock and black trousers, with matching stilleto heels. Has they both watched televison chewing natchos . Was this the start of being, together, could there be marriage on the cards? One could dtream even if Brian combed his hair over his bald patch and snored a little after watching tekevision. He had seemed surprised when she had sshown him the door at 12pm. That was men for you? She hoped he would call again.

A girl had to be optimistic, about the future and not rush or spoil a good evening. By appearing to desperate for a man thats what her mother had always said. Tomorrow she would surpruze Brian with a lemon tart or fruit pudding. She could deliver it to his flat. Knocking the flat door, shock horror, Brian looked awful he had slept in his under wear and had no teeth? Maybe not the man for her?.

There was still Pepe and his magic fingers. Sarah liked her new look humming she picked up the phone to book another appointment at the Salon. Sarah hummed a tune as she waited to hear Pepes voice on the phone. She liked the fuss and attention she got at Golden Scissors. She even accepted the neon lights and refective mirrors upon the walls.

Winking her eye in the new chrome mirror. Sarah Jane smiled at her reflection, Today she felt like a princess as her eyes took in her happy image. Howwould she look with purple hair? What would her mother have said about that?