I have shoulder-length, straight, thin and fine, brown hair parted down the middle. Basically, I'd love it if we were back in the Farrah Fawcett feathering days when it comes to hair styles. Since I can't do much with it anyway, I comb and go. Fancy days include a headband or Barettes at my temples. I have lots of dark brown and black Barettes because I'm an ADULT and thus should be more mature. But every once in a while........
Rewind about two months - I'm looking for a new brush for my son. Some Barettes caught my eye. This particular set had neon yellow, hunter-vest orange, bright green, blue zebra print, and pink zebra print ones. My fingers started to itch. I could lie and say I bought them for my three year old daughter. I didn't. I bought them for me. Aleighla (my daughter) has borrowed a set once, just like I've borrowed her Barettes before. They are, however, one hundred percent mine.
I woke up early today in a great mood. As I was combing my hair, I glanced down at my bowl of Barettes. The pink zebra print ones caught my eye and made me smile. I'm wearing jeans, a dark gray shirt boat neck shirt, and pink zebra print Barettes today.
Why? Because they make me smile and I am supremely blessed that such a simple thing can bring me happiness. If anyone dares to say something about my pink zebra print Barettes to my face, I'll do what any mature, self-respecting, 37 year old does - I'll politely explain that they really should find something that makes them happy, not because it's supposed to or society says it should. Something that just makes them smile for no reason whatsoever.
And when they turn to leave.......... I'll stick my tongue out at them. :P