Thursday, April 21, 2011

Look Who I've Become!

The Devil You Know....

Yup. It's true. the devil you know is better than the devil you don't. I held out. I gave in. I sold out. I put up. I got down. I was fed up.....that's how it happened.

Today's beautiful weather of blue skies and sunshine started the whole thing. I was out and about early this morning to help a friend. Windows down, sunroof open, music on, Daisy in the back with the wind blowing her lovely golden furry locks...

Then....I noticed my goldilocks. NOT! Just one glance...that's all it took. One glance in the rearview mirror...and I knew I was a "Glamour Don't." My hair....although holding it's own in the golden department....desperately needed some lovin'...and quick!

It was time to pick myself up, dust myself off and start all over again. But how? What's a girl to do? Who could I turn to?

I know. I know. I said I wouldn't go back. I was desperate though. I had to. HAD TO. No question.

I did it. I acted like a grown up. I stopped in to see if my ex-hairdresser would take me in off the street...for a cut and squeeze in a touch of color to hide my grays. I admit it. I hit bottom. I reached an all-time low ...I know. But come on man...I needed something...anything. I was in rough shape. I brought cash baby. This was serious stuff. I had to make it work.

My hairdresser was happy to see me. I didn't have to grovel or beg. I just had to sit in the chair...and look at myself in the mirror to see what I had become. That was punishment enough!

Hairy Situation

Do I have to beg? Well, maybe.