I was getting myself a lil’ sumtin’ sumtin’ in the form of chocolate, vanilla and caffeine this fine afternoon. I placed my ordered and fronted the cash to the barista.
My hair looked like this:
Nothing fancy, just stripes of red and blonde - think Calico cat. I added a couple of little braids ‘cuz… well… that’s how I roll.
Here’syourchangeIlikeyourhair.
I looked behind me. Did a spirit just speak to me? I looked back at the barista and questioned, “Ummm… thank you?”
I like that she liked my hair. I like to be liked. I’m not one of those people who needs to be liked for who I am. I’m shallow like that - kiddie pool shallow. *splish splash* But, it is also handy when a compliment is clearly a compliment. I want to be able to confidently reply, “Why, thank you! I like my hair too! I’d love to hear you say that again sometime!”
Then again, beggars can’t be choosers, and I’m TOTALLY not above wearing a shirt that reads, “Don’t tell me I’m smart… just tell me I’m pretty.”
Woman you crack me up.
Take what you can get girly!!! LOL Usually when I get compliments I just figure the person is lying.
Nicepostlikeyourhairandithinkyou’resmart.
I think you’re smart and pretty and that sounds like your next Zazzle shirt. And I love your hair. I’m thinking blue to cover my gray!
Ilikeyourhairtooit’srealcoolbutitsevenfunnertowritelikethis.
Hair - totally cute…
But I’m imagining a girl with a Will Ferrell voice.
Not pretty.
A bit scary actually.