Ahh ladies, we just know it when a hair moment is coming don't we? The dread of the morning ritual when you know that no matter what products or tools you use, it will not produce a "do" you can live with. You check your bank balance to see if it can withstand the onslaught of a good colorist and stylist or if you'll have to buy a box from the drugstore and look for some kind of magic mouse or gel. I used to hide a bunch of flaws behind beautiful hair. It seems the older I get the harder it is to hide any damn thing. Aging seems as though we become more and more authentic and unable to hide the abuses of our chosen lifestyles.
Today I will remember the older women in my life who I deemed beautiful as they aged and I will remind myself that their beauty was always the love and acceptance I saw in their eyes. Acceptance of others holds a beauty all it's own.
I believe that God understands the aging pains of a woman and will help us find the tools to let beauty shine from within when we seek this from him.
Well I don't know what the heck made me post this today.