What is it about my perpetual dissatisfaction with the color of my hair? I mean, the Lord made it a lovely mousy-brown for a reason. The salon-fresh highlights couldn’t possibly add more to its beauty than He already provided… at least not for the 4 weeks while they actually still look fresh… I mean, I’ve had nothing better to do with 3 hours than soaking my scalp in a pool of chemicals anyway.
True confessions of habitual hair hang-up:
I have high maintenance hair.
And sadly, it doesn’t even look that great. No matter what the Hollywood fad is, I do not like skunky roots. Period.
So, once again, I washed that blond right out of my hair. Of course, I had to go way darker than mousy-brown and give it a luxurious, rich red-brown sheen so that over the next two weeks, as the shampoo strips out this month’s supply of chemicals, it might actually look something close to mousy-brown by January.
So, here’s my prayer. Lord, give me the conviction to resist the salon and bottled blond at the store. Open my eyes to the beauty of mousy-brown and help me walk proudly with it through this world of artificially beautiful hair. You’ve accomplished a similar, seemingly impossible, feat with me when you opened my eyes to the beauty of not-exactly-curly (i.e., frizzy) hair and helped me set aside the straightening iron. I know you are all powerful, and all capable. I know this is not too much for you. Thank you Lord.
And don’t even get me started on the grays…