The Dark Side. . . Revealed
It is really challenging to get a 5-year old to hold a camera really still.
Exhibit A
The pictures I tried to take of myself didn’t turn out so great either. The flash made my hair look bright red.
So these are the best I can do for now. . .
I actually think I prefer myself blurry.
So what do you think? Am I dark and mysterious or should I go find a bottle of blonde, stat?
Going to the Dark Side
On Friday, I had a hair appointment. I went in expecting that I would get some highlights. I figured I'd leave there with a darker blonde overall look and the same cut. I left looking a lot different than I expected.
My stylist told me that the fall colors are deep, rich shades without highlights. I mentioned something about when I had gone darker last winter and he basically said, "Pshaw right" and went off to mix up something new and different. I sat there while he was mixing it up thinking that doing something different is good. It would be nice to have a change. Then I flipped through a hair magazine and looked at all those light blondes and wondered if I should yell for him to mix up a nice batch of blonde instead. I kept my mouth shut.
As he put the color on my hair, it looked like deep red blood. I felt a little panicky but he told me it would darken up. It did. As I sat there, I watched the red turn into a deep brown. Then it was time to wash it all out.
When I returned back to the chair I almost fell over. My hair was wet, sure, but it was really dark. REALLY dark. Then we started discussing cuts. He casually mentioned cutting about five inches off the back and I got sick. "Put your hand where you want to cut to," I told him. I negotiated down to three inches and joked that he probably cut four anyway.
When I was completely dry and styled, I couldn't believe the difference. I didn't look like me at all. I liked it but told him I was going to need some time to get used to the very surprising new me.
I went to pick up Sassy from my Mom's house. When I arrived and peeked through the door, they both thought I was my sister. When they realized it was me, there were a couple "Woah's." Then Sassy said, "Um, I don't really like your hair. I think you need to get some blonde highlights."
Awesome.
My Mom said she liked it but would need some time to get used to it.
I came home to Big I and Mr. BBM. Big I said, "Woah" and stared at me for a while. Mr. BBM was all "Woah" too. That seemed to be the word of the day.
After bridal gown shopping with my sister, I dropped her off and saw my dad. Always blatantly honest, he said, "you need to go buy a bottle of bleach." As I got closer to him, he said "Well, it's not that bad. You just look really different." I'll take that. It's the best I'll probably get from my dad.
On Saturday night, we went out for a bite to eat and I noticed they had Bass Ale on the menu. I asked the waitress, "How big is the pint?" since they had three sizes. She sort of laughed and Mr. BBM looked at me and said, "16 ounces, duh. . . "
I was about to say I was having a blonde moment, and then I realized I couldn't use that as an excuse anymore. "Brunette moment" doesn't quite have the same ring to it.
This morning, I nearly attacked my mirror when I went to brush my teeth, thinking there was some crazy dark-haired girl in my bathroom. I like the change, but I also think I'm going to need some more time to get used to it.
I realize writing this post without a picture is just pure evil, but the one I have just doesn't do it justice. I'll get the husband to break out the good camera and put something up soon. Promise.
An Amy Winehouse Fairy Tale
I had an absolute blast this Halloween. While many of my friends were creating fantastic family themes for themselves, their husbands and children, Mr. BBM and I just didn't have it in us to create a wholesome family costume theme this year. We got an idea and we just thought it would be best if the girls did their own thing. . .
I present to you, an Amy Winehouse Halloween Fairy Tale Photo Book (with thoughtful interruptions from BBM)…
You didn't realize Amy Winehouse was the mother of Hermione and Minney Mouse, did you?
(What was I going to do? Make Sassy my microphone and Big I my travel bottle of liquor? Obviously, this wasn't going to work as a family theme. . . but it could work as a couples theme. . . )
Amy was thirsty.
Just in case the previous pictures are too small to see, you wouldn't want to miss this part of Amy. . .
(I am normally sporting a non-hockey-player-like smile. Not tonight. . . )
We arrived at the party and most children were afraid of Amy. Who wouldn't be afraid of a beehive wearing British talking girl wearing crazy borrowed shoes that made her about 6'4"? Who could really blame them?
After getting a bite to eat and sampling some "witches brew," some people decided that it was time for an Amy Winehouse intervention…
Amy was grateful for the entire sack of coffee. She wasn't really expecting Juan Valdez to sober her up, but he was there too. He is a super good dancer as is his coffee. You'll also notice Amy's close encounter with the grim reaper. He was scary dude, and the point really hit home for Amy. . .
She quickly discovered religion.
And then she found a good dentist.
The End.
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