Winning

I don’t mean to brag, but when it comes to winning stuff – I rock.

Not a bad sentence for someone who doesn’t mean to brag, I know.

Won myself a treatment and blowdry at a salon in Griffith, and well, for anyone who knows my history with hairdressers, will know this is a win. I have handed over so much money to the hairdressing industry it was about time they gave back.

I have handed over so much money for dos that have left me teary and hidden away saying “HOW HARD IS IT TO DYE MY HAIR BLONDE? WHAT ABOUT BLONDE SOUNDS LIKE ORANGE?”

So after a couple of weeks dipping into a little anxiety, this little hair luxury today has made me feel good.

I once won a power drill.

It arrived addressed to me, in a box with no note.

I wasn’t sure how I’d won it, because this was back when I channeled the blood of a Current and Affair viewer and became a professional competition enterer.

I dedicated a couple of hours a day to entering competitions – I was baffled by the drill – Cowboy was delighted.

A little while later my sister told me she had read in Real Living magazine that I was the letter of the week. Powerdrill mystery solved.

A book about the Melbourne Cup. Mine. Ok, I am just bragging now aren’t I?

I am yet to win a lifechanging prize like a trip to the dayspa, New York or the Daintree, but the powerdrills and the hair treatments and knowledge of Phar Lap have been little things I would not have been able to dazzle you with, had it not been for my side profession.

I have  a feeling one of these days I’m going to land myself a big one. Watch this space.