Queenies Little Kingdom

Ok, remember my mantra about getting my hair done last week?  Well, I did it.  I went to my favorite salon in the woods to see Sheila.  She knows my hair (and that’s a sad relationship if I ever knew one) because…I don’t have “good” hair.  It’s been hormonal and unruly my entire life….so I can’t blame it on the perimenopausal state of my being any longer!  My hair is it’s own worse enemy!  Never are there any comments such as…..”Oh wow, your hair is awesome!”.  That’s just not compliments that I usually hear.  I’m ok with it.  Really.  I can take it.  I’ve lived with this hair a loooong time. 

I just go with it.  I mean, what else can I do?  It’s just hair, dangit!  I’m not that shallow!  🙂  I have my priorities in order…….sleep, eat well, rest, blog, laundry….look half-way good and work.  See?  I’m balanced!

So, the haircut goes well.  I show her a picture of the magic I believe she can perform.  She snips, clips and buzzes.  I look at the result….not quite the exact style.  She clips some more and sprays it in place.  Off I go….to the color store.  I should’ve just went home!

Once inside Sally’s…..I had a complete brain meltdown.  I studied and searched the different choices.  But there was no memory of the color that I used last time.  I picked up two that I thought were the right one.  It could’ve been either one.  I just couldn’t remember.  So, I just picked.

Yea…..I have BLACK hair now.  I mean……really black.  And when I style it….it looks like I’m wearing a helmet!  Not a goodlooking helmet…..something sturdy and withstanding!  I would post a picture but I don’t have my camera handy.  Maybe soon.  Cause I’ll pretty much be like this for a while.

It’s a good thing….I don’t find my self-worth in places such as my hair.  I’d be in trouble. 

Romans 12:3 warns us “Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment.”