This is really gonna sound vain, but I have to say I Love My Hair.
Seriously.
The girl that does it for me has really gotten what I wanted. The color is perfect - and not anything close to what *I* thought it should be. I can't call myself a red head anymore. It's actually closer to my natural (black) but with life in it. I'm very happy with it.
And, we're growing it long. All one length long. Not down to my ass, but past my shoulders. It was almost there until yesterday, when we trimmed it up. But by the new year? Yep, should be exactly where I want it.
Damn, it's amazing how a good hair style can just make the difference. I got home yesterday, hair freshly trimmed, deep conditioned and styled and just felt......great.
And I guess it showed. I went walking through the mall, riding the escalator up to grab a Starbucks, when I hear from the young man going in the opposite direction..."WooWee Mommie - you got it goin' on!"
I cannot even begin to imagine the look that must have been on my face after realizing he was addressing me. Mommie? Got it goin' on??? Well, I guess he meant it as a compliment. I'll know for sure once I find my Street to English translation book.
But whatever it meant, it did make me feel pretty good.
Ahhh it's the little things......
Posted by Tammi at August 13, 2006 06:21 AM | TrackBack
Just coloring my hair can make me feel much better. ;)
Getting the works, being pampered and then set free to enjoy it... yeah, I need to make another appointment. LOL!
Posted by: pam at August 13, 2006 07:59 AM