September 2

I'm not generally someone who's particularly concerned with her appearance. (Ask anyone who's seen me around town on any given weekday and they'll confirm that.) But the wiry gray hairs that started popping up on the crown of my head a few years ago were starting to get on my nerves, so when I saw my hair gal a few months back, she suggested trying a glaze next time to help settle them down. "Next time" was today, and I took her advice. For the first time ever, my hair is colored.

The gray isn't entirely gone, per se, but most of it is covered, and what isn't blends in really well. It's a smidge darker than my natural color, but not dramatically so; Brady didn't even notice it was different. (Isaac, however, stood and looked at me for a moment before asking if I got a haircut. I said yes, and then I asked if he noticed anything else. He paused and looked as if he wanted to say something, but held his tongue. I filled in the blanks for him, and he quickly blurted out 'ah, I thought so. It's much darker.' He is the details-boy.)

I know it's the inside --the heart-- that matters most so part of me feels weird about writing this, but it's nice to feel a little bit younger and a little bit more put together on the outside.