Here's the picture I had been using, which was taken just over a year ago.
And here's the new picture, which was taken about a week ago.
I was born with blond hair and my blond locks stuck with me throughout childhood. When my hair darkened to a horrendous dirty blond/light brown color (I'm not saying that dirty blond and/or light brown hair is horrendous - I'm just saying that MY natural hair color is horrendous) in my late teens/early 20's, I maintained the blond first with the help of my roommates and boxed hair dye and then with the help of professional colorists and their little tubes of hair color magic.
I went brunette for the first time in college, though I did so to remedy a roommate dye job gone bad and not because I wanted to. The dark brown faded quickly, and I was happy when my blond hair returned - thanks to the sun - after a summer spent working at the beach.
I went brunette for the second time right after Hallie was born. It was time for a change, and since my hair wasn't yet long enough to cut it off and donate it, drastically changing the color was the next best thing. This time I felt comfortable under my darker locks, but I still went back to blond when I once again visited my colorist again.
This time feels a little different. I'm not sure if it's because the dark hair is what I have on top of my head right now, but when I look at the two pictures above, I think the bottom one looks like me and the top one looks like a stranger.
Perhaps I was meant to be a brunette all along. (Which doesn't actually bode well for me, because I'm getting - thanks to Hallie - more and more gray hairs and as it turns out, gray hairs are much better hidden by blond hair.)
Interesting fact: I set up the camera for him, but Will took both of these pictures.
You look amazing. You always have. :-)ReplyDelete
What's funny is that in my head you are still the top picture! Lol, i suppose that's because i always see you with your hair pulled back and sweating :-)ReplyDelete