Long overdue: A New 'Do

Let's just say that I am nothing if not a peacemaker. I don't like conflict. I like for everyone to be happy and I always feel the need to be the one to make it so. Especially when it comes to my husband.

Until now. As Popeye™ once said, "I've had all I can stand, and I can't stands no more!"

You see, conflict has reared its ugly head, and for once, I am determined to get MY way. Hear me out, folks.

I'm talking about my hair.

What works for my husband is long and grey. What works for me is some semblance of style and not looking like my 78-yr old mother.

Exhibit A: Photo of subject taken on December 5th. Note the 3 inches of *lovely* new GREY! growth and the dull, stringy, lifeless (not to mention "NO STYLE OF ANY KIND") hair. Please disregard the horrible, washed out look of the defendant due to the unfortunate pairing of camera flash, no makeup, and yellow sweater that is TOTALLY the wrong season for her:



Note the "Deer-In-The-Headlights" look. She's obviously GUILTY of neglect, and looks pretty upset that she's been caught with her hair down.

Luckily, she has a wonderful friend who bailed her out of her hair prison by paying for a new cut and color for her for Christmas! {cue Handel's "Hallelujah" chorus}

Exhibit B: Photo of subject taken 3 hours after haircut and lowlights to help blend in the grey as it's growing in, because, 3 inches of white on top of 9 inches of dark brown really should be a crime. {my before was just a little more "hillbilly" than what I was going for, y'all}



Note the relaxed and happy look on her face, even sans makeup. (Yes, I am a sahm mom who NEVER wears makeup unless I go to church, or on a date with my husband - it's too much trouble!)

The conflict was within me, to be honest. My husband just wants me to be happy. But I wanted to please my husband and have beautiful long, silvery-white hair {think "Storm" from Fantastic Four}, but the reality is that I'm almost 40, overweight,and I look nothing like Halle Berry. It's a good look on her, not on me. I knew it, but was really clueless what to do about it. I had taken to wearing my hair up in a clip every day of the week until I could grow it out long enough to get all the color cut off.

So what works for me? Having a good friend who listened to me whine and complain to her about my hair and the way it was making me feel and who was willing to take action on my behalf and rescue me from my pit of "desp-hair". She is wonderful, not because she paid for my hair makeover, but because she is one of the most encouraging and uplifting people I have ever met, and she would never tell me I was having a bad hair day! :)

I rest my case.




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