color me happy

Last weekend I declared all out war on grey hair. Specifically those unnerving grey spikes that have been shooting out of my 32-year-old head, forcing me to launch a vigorous pluck-a-thon more times a week than I can count. Unfortunately my hair issues weren't limited to just grey renegades though, I'm embarrassed to admit I hadn't been to the salon in over 7 months! I can't even describe the disarray my unkept mane was in--let's just say when my stylist took down the ponytail on Saturday, she shrieked. Or perhaps it was a gasp. Not sure, but I'm 100% positive it was a reaction connected to horror (ha ha ha-I can laugh about it now that my hair's fabulous).

So after a few hours of trimming, coloring and even highlighting, I walked out of the salon like my 8 year-old self, just twirling around, flipping my hair and giggling. My goodness I had no idea what color could do! My face looked brighter, warmer in tone and even younger. Why hadn't I done this sooner, I yelled over and over dramatically, throwing my head back and pumping my fists into the air?! Well for one thing, it's no small chunk of change. But with some budgeting magic, I think it's doable. The deeper problem is I haven't thought it was worth it. I felt bad for spending the money. But now on the other side, the ramifications of that investment have been so profound in the area of my self-esteem that the return seems virtually priceless. Maybe I'm over-reaching, I do have a penchant for drama. But just maybe I'm not. Maybe a woman's hair does have soo very much to do with how she feels about the self she presents to the world.

Time will tell if I can maintain this lovely 'do and whether or not I'll win the battle against believing it's worth it. As for now, you can just color me happy :)