"The Tale of the Cheesy, Superficial Side of Me"

So, I have a major superficial weakness, folks. It is my hair. When it comes to my hair, the 'old man' has not been eradicated. I think that the Lord wanted to use a situation this weekend to help eradicate this superficiality in me, though.
I was not going to share this, but it really is just too funny a story and then when I took these pictures for my mom, I had a good chuckle at how cheesy I was and I just couldn't resist making it blog material.

Here is what happened...
My almost 9 month old highlights were getting annoying & really bad looking (so I thought). On top of that, I was getting tired of spending the money to keep them up (which is why it had been 9 months). I, in all my brilliance, decided that since money was tight and I didn't want to pay an arm and a leg to have someone do it, I would take matters into my own hands and dye it back to my au-naturale myself.
Morgan helped me scan the insta-color boxes on the shelf at Fred Meyer and we found what we thought was the "perfect one".
***Side note*** for any of you who are thinking, "She's dying her hair and she's PREGNANT??!!!! How irresponsible! I did lots of research before and came to the conclusion this was a safe procedure at this time in my pregnancy, as I had also been told by many hair dressers and medical professionals. Now-a-days, many dyes come without ammonia.

***Resuming story*** It was a deep brown with some slight red tones in it- much like my natural color! Perfect- so I thought. Well, not so much.
It turned out to be a bright red! VERY fake- screamed- look at me!!! I was devastated!!!!!! I called my hair dresser and asked for advice. Still trying to save money, she suggested I find a semi-permanent medium brown dye to cover it and see if that worked. The result was this:


...still too red for my taste. Alas- I tried living with it for a week. Over this time, I let my pride fall down. It looked awful folks. This picture doesn't even do it justice, b/c it's dark. When a light shone on it, it looked like an old woman's REALLY bad dye job!
I really did have nightmares and heartburn about it every night. This was my long hair- with a ugly permanent dye on it!! What was I going to do????
I succumbed. Called the hairdresser. Oh well- the money will come from somewhere. Maybe we should set up a "save the Angela's hair" fund, I thought. But then, No, alas I realized my superficiality did this to myself, and I would have to sacrifice to remidy it.

So today I visited my hairdresser. She had never looked so much like an angel before! Our only solution to keeping my hair healthy was to do a dark brown. It didn't get all the red, but TRUST ME- it's SO much better!!! I kindof like it. I also had to have a deep conditioning treatment done cause all the dyeing was drying out my hair.

When I got home, I took some pictures. I laughed at how cheesy they look. I thought I would post so you could laugh with me. I'm a dork. Truly, I am. I do not deny it.
I embrace my dorkiness.
Lesson learned in the hair department. Upon returning home today, I've been thinking, "what's the spiritual significance in this?" Was it just to teach me a lesson about my superficial pride or was it something more?
So below are some pictures of what it looks like now...embrace my dorkiness with me, folks!