I feel pretty

I did something today. Something I haven't done in a long time.

I got my hair "did" in a salon. A real salon. Where they wash and massage you, cut and color and dry and style...heaven.

I don't know what happened. I used to go all the time. Without fail. I never even considered doing my own hair (and looking at what I have managed to do to my poor hair, I know why).

I did that thing we aren't supposed to do (well, ever - but especially after having a child). I stopped taking care of myself. I quit getting waxed and buffed, I quit working out and getting colored and I quit buying myself pretty clothes...the horror.

Now, I am not saying that I haven't done anything at all for myself, I did just get a brand new kitchen. And a new mixer and a juicer. But the feeling coming out of that salon was like nothing else.

I'm not giving that up again.

I mean really. Where would that money really go anyway?

The lady at the salon asked me what my husband preferred; long or short hair. Just as casual conversation, not looking for permission or anything...I told her that when we met, he liked long hair. A lot. Did NOT want me to cut it. Now, he likes whatever makes me happy. He says the smile on my face when I feel 'pretty' is a million times better than long hair. There's no better encouragement than that.

I've got a good one -

And I feel pretty -

Bet you wish you were going to see me in Portland Saturday night for the Mom it Forward fundraiser! Its my first bloggy event, I'm so excited to meet people!
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