My sister-in-law is heading out to hollywood to do the hair for the top 12 contestants on American Idol. So I paid her a visit to color my hair before she left. I asked her to figure out what my natural color really is and give me that all over....so I wouldn't have to worry about getting color touch-ups before she got back. I could just let it grow out.

Let me just say this....my sister-in-law is more that a hairstylist. She's more than a stylist to the stars. She's a magician. I swear she must have a magic wand somewhere in between the blow dryer and curling iron.

I left the salon feeling good with a fresh cut and my natural color. And every time I looked in the mirror to admire my new style.....






I jumped back.
In horror.
Once or twice when passing a mirror I gasped.
Who was this dark-haired person staring back at me?
I felt like one of the characters in "Freaky Friday" where the mother and daughter are trapped in a body that is not their own.

The "natural" looking me
was just not me.

I tried to like the natural me. And I know that Fred and the kids (God love them) tried to not say that they didn't like the natural me.

I just didn't like the natural me. I like the fake me way better.

I had to go to a different person to get my blondes put back in since Suzy is busy getting ready to leave town.
Now that I have them back I feel so much better about life. I recognize the person looking back at me in the mirror. I have joyfully resigned to to fact that I will forever and ever have my hair colored so I never ever again have my natural color.

Because the Real Me is Fake.
And I like it.

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