I got my hair cut and colored yesterday. MUUUUCH darker. A good color for fall, because I was lookin' pretty brassy.
And my stylist?
(In Boston, mind you.) Only charged me $90. For dyeing it back to my original color, and then adding lowlights, PLUS a cut and blowdry. Very much unlike this incident. (I might love him.)
But Hubby? Barely acknowledged the new me. I managed to eke out of him a grudging "Yeah, I can tell it's darker." None of my children noticed. (Granted, they're little boyz preoccupied with trucks, sports, and their pee-pees.)
No one at work said anything either, except the two women I work closely with who KNEW I was going because I was gone for 2 hours during lunch!
I'm feeling a leeetle put out. And kinda sad. Am I that much of a wallflower that no one can notice such drastic-ticity? (Yeah, I totally made that word up.)
So should I be offended that no one noticed? Or should I be worried that maybe, in fact, people did notice, but nobody has said anything because it's u.g.l.y?
(Pictures to come. I desperately need some affirmation here.)
*Updated*: Okay, here they are:
So. (Part 2)
I just finished Twilight. And?
Is it me? (I was NOT a fan of Harry Potter either, by the way.)
Do the next few books get better? I just bought New Moon today (only because I had a 25% pff coupon at Borders.) But I'm EASILY not buying the next 2 (or is it 3?) until they're in paperback.
Do tell - what's the allure?
So. (Part 3)
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So. (Part 4)
It was definitely cold(er) here in New England today. High of 65. Fall. Ish. But the leaves on the trees are still (mostly) green, dammit!
And it didn't stop me from wearing open-toed shoes with khakis and a 3/4 length shirt to work. Albeit with a denim jacket.
But I saw a chick getting onto my train tonight at 5pm wearing a DOWN-FILLED PUFFY VEST WITH A FUR COLLAR, AND UGG BOOTS. I wanted to smack her.