A kind word doth a smile make.
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navygreenI wash my hair every other day, usually. If I'm going out for a 'date night' or something a bit more classy, I'll wash it two days in a row so that the actual date will have "fresh" hair. But typically, I only wash my hair every other day.
That being said, I washed it yesterday morning. I went into work early for some training, and I left it down until my "usual" working hours during lunch, when I pulled it back at the nape of my neck with a scrunchie. At 2pm when I left work, I let it down again, and I wore it that way for the remainder of the day.
This morning, I woke early again, and I headed in to train once more. I was at the store by 8am, just barely awake, really, so naturally, I'd not washed my hair nor done anything with it. I took the boys with me this morning, and we headed to A.J.'s swim lessons immediately after leaving work. From that point on, I never got around to doing anything with my hair, though I had intended to put it up in a ponytail of some sort.
I had planned on washing my hair around 4pm this afternoon, in anticipation of church tonight at 5:30. As 4pm rolled around, however, I was highly unmotivated to actually do it. Since the Saturday night service at our church is very relaxed, laid-back, and with no expectations held (it's called the "Come As You Are" service, in fact), I continued lazing about. At 4:40, I fell into a crazy frenzy, deciding right that moment that I wanted to clean the boys' bathroom. Again, I pulled my hair back loosely at the nape, and I scrubbed the toilet, counters, and floor.
I was rinsing out the sponge when Philip came home from work, and he changed from his uniform into clothes for church. I finished up in the bathroom, yanked the scrunchie from my hair, and we all headed off to church then. I hadn't even bothered to check the mirror one last time before leaving. I was thinking as we drove, "Gosh, I love this service. I love that no one will care that my hair is dirty, and I love that I feel comfortable enough to come just like this - straight from scrubbing a bathroom."
We scooted into the sanctuary, grabbing a pew near the in the third row, and we became engrossed in the message. Not another thought of my hair passed my mind, until quite suddenly, as the congregation stood to sing the last song before leaving, a girl across the aisle tagged me on the arm, surprising me. (I'd been leaned into Philip, facing his direction, not hers.) She leaned in close to my ear, and said, "You have absolutely beautiful, gorgeous hair!" I smiled broadly, issued her with a heartfelt, "Thanks!" and then she quickly went back to her seat.
It just came out of nowhere! I didn't know her, didn't recognize her from the around the church before, and I was pleasantly bewildered!
Not only *did* someone notice my dirty, unwashed hair... they found it gorgeous! I was on Cloud Nine as we exited the service a minute later. :-)
That being said, I washed it yesterday morning. I went into work early for some training, and I left it down until my "usual" working hours during lunch, when I pulled it back at the nape of my neck with a scrunchie. At 2pm when I left work, I let it down again, and I wore it that way for the remainder of the day.
This morning, I woke early again, and I headed in to train once more. I was at the store by 8am, just barely awake, really, so naturally, I'd not washed my hair nor done anything with it. I took the boys with me this morning, and we headed to A.J.'s swim lessons immediately after leaving work. From that point on, I never got around to doing anything with my hair, though I had intended to put it up in a ponytail of some sort.
I had planned on washing my hair around 4pm this afternoon, in anticipation of church tonight at 5:30. As 4pm rolled around, however, I was highly unmotivated to actually do it. Since the Saturday night service at our church is very relaxed, laid-back, and with no expectations held (it's called the "Come As You Are" service, in fact), I continued lazing about. At 4:40, I fell into a crazy frenzy, deciding right that moment that I wanted to clean the boys' bathroom. Again, I pulled my hair back loosely at the nape, and I scrubbed the toilet, counters, and floor.
I was rinsing out the sponge when Philip came home from work, and he changed from his uniform into clothes for church. I finished up in the bathroom, yanked the scrunchie from my hair, and we all headed off to church then. I hadn't even bothered to check the mirror one last time before leaving. I was thinking as we drove, "Gosh, I love this service. I love that no one will care that my hair is dirty, and I love that I feel comfortable enough to come just like this - straight from scrubbing a bathroom."
We scooted into the sanctuary, grabbing a pew near the in the third row, and we became engrossed in the message. Not another thought of my hair passed my mind, until quite suddenly, as the congregation stood to sing the last song before leaving, a girl across the aisle tagged me on the arm, surprising me. (I'd been leaned into Philip, facing his direction, not hers.) She leaned in close to my ear, and said, "You have absolutely beautiful, gorgeous hair!" I smiled broadly, issued her with a heartfelt, "Thanks!" and then she quickly went back to her seat.
It just came out of nowhere! I didn't know her, didn't recognize her from the around the church before, and I was pleasantly bewildered!
Not only *did* someone notice my dirty, unwashed hair... they found it gorgeous! I was on Cloud Nine as we exited the service a minute later. :-)
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Date: 2008-04-02 11:48 am (UTC)If I wash my hair every day, my scalp is a dry, itchy mess. If I do it every other day, things are pretty perfect. :-)