Dear Me

Dear Me,

This is me, your older, wiser self. Okay. Not really wiser, but definitely older. And likely wiser than you are right now. My wise and witty friend Juls got me thinking about what I would say to my 20 year old self (so you have her to thank for this little tidbit). She would tell herself to accept all offers of maid service. (I know that even my 20 year old self would have jumped at that chance!)

So what would I have to tell you that you are wrong about even though you think you already know?

If you are at Bruiser's night club sweating it up on the dance floor and two slick talkin' dudes approach you and say you have great hair, see through that veiled attempt at flattery because it will NOT get you anywhere good.

And if they do praise your mighty fine locks, do NOT let them talk you into becoming a hair model for the local podunk hair show at the tired old Holiday Inn.

And if you are so gullible that you take them up on the offer to become the next great hair model, do NOT take their super-serious attempt at showing you how to do a runway walk down the indoor mini-golf putting range without laughing wildly about it. Out. Loud.

But if you do still drink whatever grape Kool-Aid they are serving you to get you to do said hair modeling, do NOT allow them to put you on stage without the aid of mirrors while they transform your head with four diverse shades (blond, red, black, brown - like a veritable United Nations of hair dye).

And do NOT believe them when they tell you it is gah-jous , like a pile of fall leaves. Um. No. It is not.

And for God's sake, if you don't heed my advice, do NOT go home and raid your mother's stash of Nice And Easy Dark Brown Espresso on the Double (two boxes, thank you very much) where you will end up with a deep auburn shade. Because you will hear sniggering from your dad, and "I told you so" from your mom.

And if you get this far, by all means do NOT allow a picture of this fiasco to be taken.

{NOT me... but this is the idea of what they did to me! But lots more chunks all over my head and my hair was shorter than this at the time!}

Oh, good. At least you listened to that last bit of advice.

;-)

Love,
Me

What one thing would you go back and warn your 20-year-old self against? Do tell!