So, I decided for whatever random reason that instead of driving out to Monticello today or going over and shooting the old part of town in Culpeper that I would get my hair highlighted and cut...
I think my instructions were pretty dang specific. Restablish the layers that have grown out and then add a few and I did say few lighter brown to caramel highlights. So, I get back this evening straighten my hair so I can see the color and i'm blonde. Not completely thank god but a hell of a lot more than i've ever dreamed of imagining myself... I did even make a joke about how I was portuguese and had no intention of ever pretending that I can be a blonde.. she laughed.. I thought she got the joke. I don't think I can wear a baseball hat to work tomorrow I definately can't wrap a scarf around my head... This sucks..
My aunts always said nothing pisses a woman off more than a broke down car or bad hairstyle.. the car thing I've understood since my teens but the hair i'm just now getting an idea of what they meant. Somebody please admit that they wore a mullet twenty years ago or had the bowl cut something............ I don't want to go out in public until I get this fixed.