Hair Perfectionist

Hi, my name is Cora and I am a hair perfectionist.

The first step is admitting it.

If you know me, you know how I am about my hair. Every strand has it's place. I will spend hours to get my hair to look just the way I want it. Even if it takes washing it 2 or 3 times. If you see me, don't touch my hair. I hate the wind for the simple fact that it blows my hair around and messes it up. I've had friends tell me to loosen up and let my hair be free. But I can't. I just can't. My hair has to be perfect when I walk out the door. Not a hair out of place.

My hair has been blonde most of my life. As I am getting older, though, it is getting browner. I have always liked red hair. I always thought it would be fun to have red hair. A friend of mine gave me red hilights and it looked pretty good. In fact, I liked it so much, I thought it would be fun to become a red-head. So, I had my fried dye my hair red. What a mistake! More like orange. It was hideous. So, I asked her to please fix me. She tried, bless her heart. She said we should bleach it to get the color out. So we did, twice. Nevertheless, I was now a bleach blond with red hi-lights. I begged her to go the store with me and help me find a color to cover it up. We picked out a beautiful color. Only it didn't do a thing. I was left with bleach blonde hair with red hi-lights mixed with a little brown. By now, I had taken up my friend's whole day and felt I should leave her alone. I left her house to go home looking in the mirror at every stop light and stop sign to see if maybe it would change a little before I got home. No luck.

My husband and kids were very gracious to me when I got home as were my friends at church the next day. I didn't accept their compliments very graciously as I just wanted people to leave me alone. For those of you out there, please forgive me for my rudeness on Sunday.

That night, my friend came over to my house to play cards. As she was leaving to go home, she told me she was going to the store and wanted to know if she could pick up another color for me so we could color it again at her place the next day. With a huge smile, I accepted her offer.

Needless to say, when I got to her house the next day, she was ready for me and we colored it yet again. The end result is a color pretty close to my original color.

So, let me tell you a few things that I have learned through this experience: don't be a hair perfectionist as it will rule your life; it's okay to let your hair loose and let the wind blow it; they say the messier the hair, the better; my husband loves me no matter what my hair looks like (even if it is orange).

Here's the greatest thing of all: God made me a hair perfectionist and He loves me!