I finally did it.

This is what I looked like last summer. Let's just put it out there, I don't like having my picture taken, yadda yadda yadda. So I always look super dumb and uncomfortable. But. Here I was. Now, between then and this afternoon, there was a whole lotta time and about 4 to 5 inches of black roots as I bravely decided to stop having my hair highlighted...it was TOO blonde. Today, it looked really bad...this picture makes it look too good, it didn't look that good.
Today I got it all chopped off. About 10 inches off the back...it was down past the center of my back. I sat there telling her I didn't want to have any color. She gave me the look. That irritating look of chastisement that people give you when they think they are a close enough friend to give you that look ...and no one is ever close enough to give the look. So I said, maybe just a tad bit of highlights of front. She went on to explain in hairstylist gibberish, why that wouldn't look right and how bout she just give me a few lights up front and then some brown to match my original color (from 13 years ago when she first talked me into just a few highlights.) So, I went all slack-jawed and mumbled some kind of ok and off she went to mix her color potions. A few foils up front and then she started dabbing other stuff on and just when I though she was done, she continued on ALL OVER MY HEAD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! I didn't know if I was going to puke or cry when the towel came off. Anyway, it's done. darn it. It feels great but I still can't get a decent picture.



I look like two completely different people. I don't even recognize myself. ugh. This is going to take a few days to get used to.