New Glasses, New Hair, Same Old Me

After having five babies in nine years, three of them in under two and a half years, I've noted that my body is less (or should I say significantly more) than what I want it to be. I tried on some pants the other day, and got the snuggy of a lifetime. (For those who don't know me well, I refer to a wedgie as a snuggy.) Seriously, the number of the size on those things was higher than I can count to. Sad. To top it off, I noticed that driving is a bit more difficult than I wanted it to be.

So, I paid a visit to the eye doctor. As you can see from the pictures, the eye doctor said I needed glasses. Actually, his resonse was "I can't believe you're driving. Can you tell me the make and model of your car so I can give you a little more room when I see you coming?". So, yeah. New glasses. I let my friend, Jeanna, choose them. Lucky for me, she's got great taste.

Then there was the issue of my hair. I finally grew it longer than it's ever been in my life. Know what I found out? It was stringy and had split ends and was just generally unhealthy. While I loved being able to put it in a pony tail, I was looking remarkably like a frumpy housewife mother of five who was fat and wore glasses. And had twelve chins. And a more junk in my trunk than the luggage compartment of a 747. Yeah. Not a great image, right?

Anyway, on a whim, I called my hairdresser and hightailed it to her "office". Really, it should be considered more of a science lab. where extreme make-overs happen. She waved her magic wand...er...I mean her flat iron and hair color brush and voila! A whole new look. I don't know how well you can see the red or the length, but it looks SO MUCH better than it did before.

So, I have new glasses and new hair. But I'm still the same old me. And I'm okay with that.