Now that's love.
I've got my streak back. After debating it for months, I decided I missed that peek-a-boo pink so much that I had to go for it again. After all, it is summer. And that means I'm off...glory and hallelujah!!...all summer to roam the beach, barbecue by the pool, and use those Crayola paintbrushes (for what they were really intended for) with my 2 little boys.
So after consulting with my stylist extraordinaire, she told me what I could do at home to replicate what she had done for me repeatedly last year (she's pretty awesome that way). And Hubby? He's always game (he's pretty awesome that way, too).
I debated for a while. I mean, really, I know.
I'm a 37-year-old mother of two.
Hanna Montana (and every other teenager in the mall) has sported the look.
I kept worrying: What if I look like I'm trying too hard?
But here's the thing...
I love my flash of color. Literally and figuratively.
It makes me happy.
And so, if I know I'm not actually trying at all, who the hell cares if everyone else thinks I am?