Thanks to everyone for all the encouraging comments while I deal with something so superficial, yet also seemingly painful. I guess this whole "hair" thing should be a lesson in vanity for me. I rarely leave the house without making sure that I look "presentable."
My goal in appearance is not to try to "look hot" or to be some stupid bimbo. That is the last thing I want to do, because I'm the first person to rage against that mentality or lack thereof (read here: Paris, Britney, Jessica, Lindsay... you get the picture). Jurgen has already covered this rant... and quite eloquently, I might add... so I don't need to go into it again.
I do, however, want to feel I look my best when I go out... not so I can be a "head-turner," but so that I feel good about myself. Mostly, I just want to dress appropriately for my age and look nice. I already have a hot husband*. If he thinks I look good, that's good enough for me.
So, since the hair highlighting nightmare from Saturday, I've been so upset... so much so, that I think I missed the lesson in all of this. Until now.
My hair is not neon green. It isn't completely shaved off. It's just DIFFERENT. It doesn't change who I am... I'm still me. And this is totally fixable. By tomorrow noon, I'll be back to normal. But the bigger issue is that this little episode is not the end of the earth. I have a wonderful family, a nice home, food in my house, and money in the bank. If the worst thing that happens to me this year is that I got bad highlights, my life must be pretty damn good.
So no more whining about hair color. Unless they screw it up again tomorrow... and then I'll just have something more to blog about. ha ha ;-)
**Not only is the Farm Boy super hot, he's also intelligent, a good dad, and an all-around good guy. I'm so LUCCCCKKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
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You are absolutely wonderful. I don't begrudge you for being upset - it's a hard thing to get used to. We've all been there and I say that not to minimize it for you, but to let you know that we're all empathetic. Sorry, sunshine...I feel for ya. I had a Bang Incident back when I really didn't want bangs. Now I love them, but back then? So hard to get used to.
You're right, little events like this help to put things in perspective.
I would be upset if someone stuffed up my hair. I love my hair! I can understand being upset, but I also see the importance of perspective in the given situation. You rock! I love getting you hear all about your life, even if it is only online! You're awesome! :)
*insert virtual hug*
Just remember.....at least you dont have a mullet.
You ARE awesome, and I enjoy your rants about things that, yes, aren't the end of the world but are darned annoying anyway. I pray for perfectly-colored hair for you this afternoon.
The last time I got a bad haircut (I couldn't style it at ALL)I had just watched Punchline with Sally Field and Tom Hanks. She got a bad haircut in that movie - a short, tight perm and when she walked in the door the first thing she said was, "I didn't mean to do it!"
So when I got home and fussed with my hair for about two hours (she didn't even style it for me! new girl...grrr) before I gave up, I just thought about Sally Field and how much better I looked than that. I think it was the first time I didn't cry.
No worries on your hair. Your appearance IS a big part of your identity. If you don't feel right, well...you aren't.
:)
Thanks everyone!!! You are all so very, very cool and supportive and friendly and stupendous and wonderful! :-)
I know! :)
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