At this point in my life, I was growing out my hair. I don't remember why I was doing it but I didn't bother to cut it. Because it's so dang hot outside, and because it takes nearly an hour to dry and style it properly, I kept wearing my red hair in a pony tail or a bun. Sometimes if I was feeling saucy, I'd put a twist braid in the front. Very saucy indeed.
After losing Buddy, I lost all sense of control in my life. I know God is in control and I am so thankful that He is. Yet I still yearned for something I could do to improve myself. One thing I knew I could control is my hair. But what to do? I knew I wanted to cut my hair soon. I knew I wanted to go blonde before I turned 30. I knew I wanted to have some kind of fun color in my hair at some point in my life. Rather than decide which to do and when to do it, I did all 3 last week.
The whole process took nearly 3 hours. My friend Salem saw the color I wanted, understood I wasn't sure what kind of cut I wanted (just as long as it didn't look like a mom-cut), and she gave me a peekaboo pink strip (or a pink-a-boo) that I can hide or show off.
When I got home, Joanna didn't recognize me. I spoke to her and picked her up before she really realized it was me. Strangers now say she looks more like me than Jonathan! Yay! I feel like myself again. I've gone short, blonde, and had a pink streak before but I'd never done them all at the same time. It's SO fun :) I do more things with it now that its short, too:
|Twist braid to show off the pink|
|Headband that hides the pink. Joanna is thrilled.|
I love it love it love it :)