beauty begins at......

It used to be "at home".
But who has time to do the waxing, plucking, plumping these days?
and who can keep up with all the latest in keeping young, keeping beautiful and well....just keeping it?
My friend Noelle came up with the most brilliant concept some years ago. It's all "Blow" you know, she said.
There were a few snorts, sniggers and sniffs.
But she hung in there and hung on to the name, the concept
and then, golly gosh go lightly, she went and did it.
And brilliantly.
The Irish beauties among us are now even more beautiful. "Blow" is the total beauty experience. Washes, cuts, dries, waxes, shines, polishes, buffs, primps and pretties.
Noelle is one very smart woman. She knows that women are on the run. Women can run in and waft out of any of her salons - all located in very handy parts of cosmopolitan Dublin, almost 24/7.
I'm waiting of course for the first Blow by Blow experience to come to my very own little aloha ha paradise in downtown Noosa on the Sunshine Coast of Australia.
But first i need to tempt ms noelle to stay. This is not so easy it seems. The Blow empire is a busy one.
What do i do? Send photos of my own state of unkemptness and despair?
Somehow that's just not going to swing the Blow metre my way, methinks.
I need compelling evidence.
I shall have to work hard on this. But meanwhile i'll send her links to simply stunning holiday homes overlooking Laguna Bay with little stick figures and cartoon bubbles, saying "this could be YOU!"
And of course i'm saving my dollars so that i can hightail my not so inconsiderable bottom (please Paris, don't say a thing) to the home of my heart - Ireland - and for just the price of a return air fare, sample a little bit of Blow for meself.