My husband is married to a model…

No seriously: today I was a model.

Growing up, I have never loved this shaggy head of hair. In the 90’s when the girls had long, Brady-girl hair, I tried to fight my natural curls with a blowdryer and curling iron (no flat irons at that point were very popular). I would take a shower and within 5 minutes of feeling clean, I’d be a puddle of sweat trying to “fix” my hair.

It’s impossible to “fix” this 3 generation, both sides of the gene pool nautral curly hair.

My eldest sister has been known to say “rug” instead of hair, in referring to our crowns of glory.

So this morning, I sent out this text messaging conversation with my 3 big sisters:
Hey sisters (I have 3) you’ll never guess but I get to be a hair model today! I haven’t done my roots for a while and at my haircut yesterday the stylist asked if I’d want to come in and be a hair model and get a free color! Wow. Who knew THIS head of hair would get me places?!?

Big Sister #3 said: Wow!!! Looking forward to the pics! Enjoy!!!!

Big Sister #2 said: “People always expect more of you when you have naturally curly hair.” Frieda (Peanuts)

Big Sis #3: You.are.the.best.ever. lololol

Then I sent pics of before, during and after and we continued our conversation.

I look like an angry mom here.  I'm not really, more just concentrating on trying to get my hair in this selfie.

I look like an angry mom here. I’m not really, more just concentrating on trying to get my hair in this selfie.

Upon being colored, I began to feel a bit like a Dr Seuss character...or a road sign pointing SOUTH

Upon being colored, I began to feel a bit like a Dr Seuss character…or a road sign pointing SOUTH

I texted out the pic and said, “well, what do you think?”

Big Sister #1: Don’t leave yet

Then I told them that I also had had to bring both boys with this morning.

This was a big reason I debated about even doing this modeling gig (oh man, that is just too dramatic but I couldn’t resist). I’m sure the big models have day care, but I couldn’t pull it off in time. Instead I planned to go to a class at the Y and plank for about an hour.

Hmmm: free hair color with the boys or @$%-kicking with Anna McGhee. Actually it was a hard decision, knowing both would be fun and invigorating and tortuous at once.

I decided to do the color assuming 1 day of not working out couldn’t compete with 4-5 weeks of happy hair days.

I told my sisters the boys were with and I got a “bless your heart” from Big Sister @2. She’s the nice one.

Well, here’s the proof:
Professional Stylists got a lesson today from an Aveda Colorist and used me as their model.

They said I could document this:)

They said I could document this:)

They liked how warm it was... or how not warm.  I can't remember.  There were a lot of letters and numbers thrown around today...

They liked how warm it was… or how not warm. I can’t remember. There were a lot of letters and numbers thrown around today…

And here I am, grey-free.

How many selfies do moms take in the car after a visit to the salon?  Social media is filled...

How many selfies do moms take in the car after a visit to the salon? Social media is filled…

Well Merry Christmas to me: new do for free.

Thanks Color Lounge and Kali (small world story: She married a BSU alumnus who used to be involved in our IVCF chapter there.) Moll and Aveda for making me look all of my 38 years WITHOUT the grey, super-hero Elsa Snow Queen white streak creeping down to frame my face.

It felt good to be a model, even if it was to show how well color can cover my flaws up.

Don’t worry. I won’t let it go to my head.

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