Click Click Click

Click...Click...Click is the sound of high heels striking a granite floor. I heard that sound this week in the temple and Kerry commented on it. It isn't an unpleasant sound but brings attention to one who makes it. Perhaps he thought it was a little irreverent in the lobby of the temple. I don't know. So I started to walk on my tip toes. But it reminded me of when Isaiah said, "Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet:" for the reason that I was teaching about that verse in Sunday School the next day. This verse talks about how in our world people emphasis the outward beauty more than inward righteousness.

This is really prevelant in today's world...judging by people's outsides rather than their insides. So on the way home from the temple Kerry told me that he really liked my hair blond. I was all for being naturally gray and growing old gracefully. I hadn't even thought my hair looked bad. So after Relief Society I went to Target and bought a bottle of medium blond hair dye to please my husband. I went a shade lighter and walla (as in the onion because hair dye stinks too) I'm a blond. It doesn't look too bad and outwardly I might look a little better but inwardly I'm the same person. It is probable now that I will either have to go to the hairdresser to 'fix' my blond job or live with the idea of dying my hair forever the same shade of medium blond. When I'm 80 I will have to keep dying my hair. I wonder how I would look doing the purple gray hair dye for a variation?