One of a ladyís most important attributes, in spite of what
people might say, is her hair. Thatís right, and I proved it
again this week.
As some of you may remember, I had a birthday a few weeks
ago, conveniently followed by Motherís Day. Apparently, Iíve
become impossible to buy for, which means all the thoughtful
people in my life gave me department store gift cards.
Last weekend, I decided to have a "me" weekend.
What that means is I spent most of the weekend on
Besides, all those gift cards were burning a
hole in my
proverbial pocket, and I was just itching to shop. They were
mostly from the high-class department stores, places where I canít
afford to shop normally.
I couldnít believe how expensive clothes are! I managed to
find several nice outfits, but my preliminary vision of six
outfits quickly shrank to a more realistic three, even though I
went straight to the sale racks.
After trying on half the ladies wear department, I actually
found several things that I could get into and that didnít
make me look too fat. I felt very glamorous with my new duds.
If this wasnít enough, I received a call that my new
glasses had finally arrived. Iíve been wearing an old pair,
slightly lopsided, while waiting for them. I went down to the
vision center and picked up my eyewear. They are the fashionable
new ones with no rims. I was really getting classy now.
Since it was a "me" weekend, I had also intended to
do my hair and cover the dark roots that were trying to show. At
Wal-Mart, I found a bottle of hair color for $2.98 and decided
to try it instead of the high priced stuff I usually get since
being brainwashed by commercials. I selected a slightly darker
shade than usual, thinking maybe the roots would blend in and
touch ups would not need to be so often.
I used the new color and it was perfectly fine, in fact I
think I like it better that the old shade. I was also getting
tired of my curly look, my hair was getting longer and wouldnít
do right, and I didnít have time to make an appointment to get
it cut. So, I decide to dig out the old king-sized hot rollers
and go for a straighter look.
I finished off with a manicure and pedicure for summer when
toenails are peeking out of sandals. Yes, I was definitely
looking chic, I thought. I could hardly wait for Monday morning
to show off my new self.
When I walked in the office, I was greeting with, "Your
hair is different!" Well, obviously that was true, but what
about my new dress? See, it came from the swanky department
store at the mall.
Everywhere I went it was the same, a stare and then a sudden
moment of recognizing with the words I was soon braced to hear,
"Your hair is different!" All agreed that it looked
really nice, which meant must have been worse before than I
"Your hair is different! Is that a wig?" Of all the
My dress, notice my dress. Isnít it pretty? No one did. My
glasses, notice my glasses. I went broke at the vision center
paying for them! Only one person noticed and that was only after
she commented on my hair several times.
All week long itís been the very same thing, "Your
hair is different," "You hair is darker,"
"Your hair looks nice," "I like your hair."
While Iím happy that everyone is complimenting my $2.98
makeover, It sure would be great if one Ė just one person Ė
would notice my fashionable new dresses.
And so, as I said to start with, a ladiesí most important
attribute is her hair. No one notices anything else at all.