Uh...thanks!

Now that SE Pennsylvania has become a sub-tropical rain forrest, my hair has been UNBELIEVABLE!  We are talking, full on pyramid-shaped afro.  Now, I freely admit that I am extremely deficient in hair styling ability.  So, when I have to use multiple products to be able to fit through the bathroom doorway without having to duck or turn sidways, it's definitely time for a change.

So, I decided that tonight was the night.  Jojo had yet another (!) cheerleading practice (pause), which meant that I had two hours to kill.  I looked online to find the closest Hair Cuttery (no appointment required) and set out.  When I walked in, I had no idea what I wanted other than a change.  So, figuring that I would have time to browse magazines, I was feeling pretty confident.  Within five minutes, they call my name.  Uh...okay, here we go.  The stylist brings me back to her chair and asks what I'm looking to do.
 
"Uh...I'm not sure...how about that!"  I said, pointing at one of the wall posters of a beautiful young blond woman with a cute, funky short hairstyle.

"Great, come on back and we'll get you shampooed!"  Her confidence was comforting and I felt great with my decision.

When it was all said and done, the cut looked great.  Even the stylist said, "You're walking out of here a whole new person!"  Uh...okay...really?  On the way to the car, I regain the bounce in my step, however.  I can't wait to surprise Jojo with my new look!

After parking back at the gym, I head toward the back area where the girls are practicing.  One of the Cheer Moms who is standing outside on her cellphone does an obvious double-take and shouts across the parking lot, "Oh my God!  You look great!"  I, literally, looked behind me to see who she was talking about.  I think we have exchanged all of 20 words since the beginning cheer on August 1.  Nope, nobody is behind me.  How sweet!  I smiled and waved my thanks.  Then I walked into the gym.  Literally every Cheer Parent who was there gave me a compliment about my haircut.  One woman even winked and gave a thumbs up.  To tell the truth, I began to feel self-conscious and embarrassed that I must have looked like a complete mess for the entirety of the preceding 6 weeks.

Then my daughter came over, during a water break and said "What did you do to your hair?!"  with a dubious expression on her little face.  Ah, that's my girl!  A much-needed, cold-water in the face, shot of reality from Jojo -- and down to Earth I came.  Twenty minutes in that rarified air was about all I could take anyway.  Thanks, baby!