Just some funny moments that more fully depict the new me.
I'm working at the desk at the college today. One of the professors I used to facilitate classes for came walking down the hall a little while ago. I haven't seen him for about 5 months so I brightly asked, "How are ya!?" He looked at me kindly, but without much emotion, and replied, "I'm good." Weird. Oh well. I shrugged it off. Then a little while later, I was dusting and cleaning the office when he came in and asked, "I don't think I've met you?" I turned and looked him in the face, smiled and said, "You know me!" with confidence and surety in my voice. In that split second he realized who he was talking to. He remembers me as the pregnant, uncomfortable, acne ridden, long haired lady. I laughed and told him, "This is what I usually look like!" Oh my, it was funny. Possibly one of my favorite moments.
On Sunday a lady in my ward, whom I know by name but have never actually met, came to me after Sacrament meeting. She told me she'd called the number in the ward listing but found that it must have been my husband's number. She just wanted to tell me how much she loves my hair and she wanted to know where I got it done! She's not the first who's wanted to know. I told her my stylist is in Ogden and she was deflated. I got her e-mail address and sent the picture that I took to my stylist though, so hopefully she can get the look she's hoping for!
The funniest thing about my new look is the fact I look more like the Dani Henrie I was in high school. I used to play with cuts and color all the time but after graduating and moving away I let the my hair grow out and left my color natural. When I moved back to Roosevelt a few years ago, very few people recognized me. In fact, they saw my son Teryn and recognized that he was a Henrie before realizing who I was. They would look at him and say, "He's a Henrie....you must be Dani!?" A few months ago, I took a bag of Tyson's greasers to a local cleaner. The owner has known me since I was a child but didn't recognize me when I walked in. I didn't want to make him feel foolish so I didn't say anything until I wrote my name on the receipt and he realized who I was. We chatted for a bit and that was that. Then a few days ago he was at the desk again when I stopped to drop off some greasers and the minute I stepped through the door he greeted me with a big friendly, "Dani!"
I can't say I love the attention, but I do love feeling so comfortable and confident in my new (restored?) skin.
I'm working at the desk at the college today. One of the professors I used to facilitate classes for came walking down the hall a little while ago. I haven't seen him for about 5 months so I brightly asked, "How are ya!?" He looked at me kindly, but without much emotion, and replied, "I'm good." Weird. Oh well. I shrugged it off. Then a little while later, I was dusting and cleaning the office when he came in and asked, "I don't think I've met you?" I turned and looked him in the face, smiled and said, "You know me!" with confidence and surety in my voice. In that split second he realized who he was talking to. He remembers me as the pregnant, uncomfortable, acne ridden, long haired lady. I laughed and told him, "This is what I usually look like!" Oh my, it was funny. Possibly one of my favorite moments.
On Sunday a lady in my ward, whom I know by name but have never actually met, came to me after Sacrament meeting. She told me she'd called the number in the ward listing but found that it must have been my husband's number. She just wanted to tell me how much she loves my hair and she wanted to know where I got it done! She's not the first who's wanted to know. I told her my stylist is in Ogden and she was deflated. I got her e-mail address and sent the picture that I took to my stylist though, so hopefully she can get the look she's hoping for!
The funniest thing about my new look is the fact I look more like the Dani Henrie I was in high school. I used to play with cuts and color all the time but after graduating and moving away I let the my hair grow out and left my color natural. When I moved back to Roosevelt a few years ago, very few people recognized me. In fact, they saw my son Teryn and recognized that he was a Henrie before realizing who I was. They would look at him and say, "He's a Henrie....you must be Dani!?" A few months ago, I took a bag of Tyson's greasers to a local cleaner. The owner has known me since I was a child but didn't recognize me when I walked in. I didn't want to make him feel foolish so I didn't say anything until I wrote my name on the receipt and he realized who I was. We chatted for a bit and that was that. Then a few days ago he was at the desk again when I stopped to drop off some greasers and the minute I stepped through the door he greeted me with a big friendly, "Dani!"
I can't say I love the attention, but I do love feeling so comfortable and confident in my new (restored?) skin.
I also envied your new cut. I've been dying for change and you've inspired me. Now lets see if I will actually go and do something before Christmas.
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