Back in April, right before my birthday, I decided to have my hair dyed very dark brown – several shades darker than my natural color. Other than one photo from that weekend’s trip to Miami, I don’t think I ever wrote much about it. I totally loved it, though – somehow the darker color made my frizzy mess of a summer hair style seem less of a disaster. It was the first time since my hair turned curly that I didn’t hate it.
Of course, because I failed Girl 101, I have no capacity whatsoever for maintaining my hair, so the semi-permanent color faded and grew out. By the time I noticed, my stylist was taking her summer vacation and was booked solid for the first few weeks after her return. I finally got in to see her today, and I’m pretty happy with the results. My hair is dark, sleek, and straight (at least for the moment) and I had my eyebrows dyed to match, because I thought they looked oddly light the first time. I feel like a whole new person – a person who actually looks kinda put together.
Of course, I tried to take a picture of that girl, and realized I’m still the same old goof as always. Oh well, the humidity was going to destroy the illusion soon enough anyway.