I wanted a change. I wanted DRAH-MA! I wanted EXCITEMENT!
So I scheduled the appointment to get mah hair did.
I was thinking bright red, except that it couldn't be too red, because I don't have one of those pale-beautiful Irish complexions.
I was thinking perhaps strawberry blond. Joel used to be a ginger kid, after all.
I even briefly toyed with burgundy or Southern MD-fabulous skunk stripes.
In the end, I went with the advice of my friend, Joanne: "Just tell the colorist that you trust her, and let her do what she thinks looks good."
And so, without further ado...BEHOLD!
This is before:
And this is after:
Can't tell the difference? It's okay. Paul really couldn't either. Since, in the end, I'm both cautious and lazy, we did caramel highlights and darker lowlights.
In other words, I basically kept my same hair, but paid a little over $100 dollars to have her flat-iron it really nicely.
Here's a back angle. Squint and you'll see highlights:
And once more with ATTITUDE!:
In other news, a monster has spread poop all over my stairwell:
Question: What is best in life?
Answer: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.
It's on now, ants.
Finally, who doesn't love a baby eating ravioli?
I wish this was a one time thing, but Joel looks like this after most meals. It's hard to believe we have an ant problem...
Back to real posting tomorrow. Happy Labor Day!