I do love my wrinkles, aging spots (called beauty marks) and body parts.
And if I don't love them I pretend to. I am disciplined that way to make the effort.
BUT grey hair is not an option, no way. Never.
So how can I say that I accept all of me and really mean it when I am changing the color of my hair. And with such giddiness.
The first attempt last week was what you would call a "Glowing Lucille".
About an hour after the transformation, I headed for the gym.
Bathed in bright lights, my trainer took one look at me and shook his head.
Not even one word for a full five. He just kept shaking his head!
Then he mumbled how much he hates red heads. The Punk is only 22 I kept telling myself. What does he know?
My kids loved it and called me "Harvest Red".
I kept telling myself, "its Fun, its Alive. I am Reborn!
Kids love bright colors in general and love colored hair in general. Pink, Purple, Green and Red.
Four days later I went back to the hair salon and said "darker, more Renee in Thomas Crown Affair" Ta da..it worked! I really love it.
So off I went to my Fashion Trade Show launching a New Collection and a Dangerous New Do.
It was the best show I ever had and I never felt more like My Self.
PS: I only wore high heels one out of the three days, so change came faster than imagined.
xo
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