A Retreat...and a Treat

Wonderfully encouraging.  That sums up the twenty-four hours I spent at the Women's Retreat this past weekend.

We had excellent teaching on being female and made in the image of God.  We enjoyed singing praises together.  Games livened things up a bit.  Lots of conversation.  And, of course, there was good food to appreciate as only a pregnant woman can.

We even had some free time on Saturday afternoon, so a number of us went to the mall nearby.  And I splurged a little and got my hair cut at a nice salon.  What a treat!  I don't get regular haircuts.   I did get a trim at a Great Clips before Christmas, but it didn't impress me.  The last time I darkened the doors of a salon was last June.  And I was berated by the stylist for not getting regular cuts.  My excuse?  I'm too lazy because I hate finding a sitter for the kids.  And it's so expensive.

But this time, the kids were home with Daddy, and I decided it was time to get rid of the tired-Mommy look.      

This was the result, and since I'm posting a picture, you can assume that I'm pleased.  Stephen was, too, which is the real test.

Duplicating this at home wasn't as hard as I expected once I invested in a flat iron.  And, as requested, I can still pull it all into a ponytail on those days when there's no time for styling...like when I'm too tired to drag myself out of bed before the kids come knocking in the morning.  Or when the baby keeps me up half the night.

Of course, that's three months away. Maybe I'll splurge a little on another cut before then.  But I doubt it.