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It’s only hair.  I wish I could have had that mentality a couple of weeks ago. I did not.

On February 13th, a day before family pictures, I went into my hair dresser for a few blond highlights. In the process of discussing my options there was a suggestion for a few red strands.  I was excited… until the unveil.  Yeiks! Pink hair. Not lying. Lots of hot pink stared at me from the mirror.  My wonderful hair dresser worked tirelessly for the next 6 hours (a total of 9) to fix the look. We laughed a lot, though inside I was quite frightened.

I left the salon and after dinner and wine with Scott, I decided I might like the new color…until the light of day. Again the mirror hollered out at me, “Your hair is pink!” Not to mention the comments I got from well-meaning people at church: “Oh how fun. Pink for Valentines Day!” or “Wow, is that color permanent?” I heard that comment about four times. One guy said, “Scott wasn’t joking when he said your hair was pink!”

I’d like to say I took the whole thing in stride, but I would be lying. My daughters witnessed a few melt downs and lucky for Scott he escaped the escapade, because of a timely out-of-town conference.  When he came home Cambria mentioned that she missed him because, “you know how to calm mom down.”

Regardless of peoples opinions, if I like something I will stick with it. I decided pink wasn’t my style. So Charissa worked her magic and covered my candy cane hair with a rich dark brown. I will always prefer chocolate to peppermint, at least when it comes to my hair.