Adventure! I did something for the first time ever in my life. I colored my hair. I'm almost 37 years old, and today's "gloss" or "glaze" was the first experience I've ever had of coloring my hair.
My best friend Kim took me to do my hair today. The haircuts I'm used to are self bang trims in my bathroom that end up too short or crooked, and "I need to get in and out of here in 20 minutes, thanks". Those are the ones that get me razor scissor haircuts that take 18 months to grow out and a daily reminder of my mistake in trusting a woman with razor scissors to cut within an inch of my scalp. Or the "Yes, I really do like looking like Crusty the Clown." version. You could loose a hand in there!
Kim straightened it and styled it for me today. This is only the 7th time she's shown me how to straighten my hair and I still can't figure it out. The day they passed out the Barbie gene to girls I must have been reading a book or climbing a tree, because I do not have this skill.
I also do not know how to apply make up, feel uncomfortable wearing lipstick, cannot balance in high heels and cannot put stylish clothes together.
So, today, I'm thankful for a friend that said "We need to help you!" and DID IT. It was a great break for me and one that I have never taken for myself, but I think I might start now. Not every month or anything, but maybe a couple times a year.
I had no idea hair coloring could be so fun.