The new doo...

Earlier this month I saw this stranger...she looked tired, she had huge, dark bags underneath her eyes, she had spit up on her clothes, she was as pale as they come and her hair was a mess. I felt for this poor stranger.  I could definitely relate. Who was this stranger, you ask?  Well, that stranger was the person staring back at me in the mirror.  Have you ever looked in the mirror and said to yourself, "what happened?"  Or better yet, not even recognize the person that was staring back at you?  Is that really me?  Do I look that badly?  Ahh yes.  The person inside of me (the one that doesn't recognize this stranger) says back, "I'm sorry sweetheart, but you kind of do."  

While motherhood is SO wonderful, I have to say that it hasn't done much for my looks lately.  I rarely get ready for the day until about two in the afternoon - if at all, I usually shove my hair into a messy ponytail and slap some rouge onto my cheeks (so I don't look like a pasty matey). I had to do something - I had to put this stranger to bed.  I had to recognize myself again. 

One of my absolute favorite things to do is get my hair done.  I was freaking out because I couldn't get an appointment with the lady that has cut my hair for the past 15 years -- and knowing the disasters I had faced in the past when I did visit another stylist out of desperation, I really didn't know what to do.  I needed a haircut and FAST.  Four months is way too long.  I went out on  whim and went to this lady that was recommended to me by a lot of my friends.  Luckily, it turned out okay and I like my haircut.  While it's not quite as good as my favorite stylist, I am happy and really - I feel like a new woman!  It's super short for me - I can't even put it in a ponytail!  This means that I actually HAVE to do my hair if I want to look decent.  It's a nice motivation for me to get ready so that I don't look like a crazy lady all the time.  haha!  I am grateful this day for hair dye and scissors so that I can feel pretty again.