i may have done a scary thing

a great deal of my personality is centred around the fact that i'm a fun-lovin' bubbly blonde. today, i dyed my hair dark. not chocolate lowlights, not caramel. dark chocolate brown. the brown of a really good espresso. there are no blonde highlights to 'soften' it, or to make it 'look natural'. (look natural? i brazenly said to my lovely lovely stylist. look natural? i'm a blonde. everyone KNOWS i'm a blonde. what part of going dark involves trying to look natural?)

now i'm really good with hair change. this is something i'm very used to - the crazy exboyfriend is a hairdresser of considerable skill, and i was his salon guinea pig for three years. new colour on the market? give it a try! celebrity with a kicky new haircut? absolutely! i pretty much always have a decent haircut and good colour. but my mama's reaction was less than pleased (she feels it's too dark for my skintones). the kiddo was exuberantly positive, but he's a ladies man. true, he's pretty honest about what he likes and doesn't like, but he knows his way around the female of the species, so can't necessarily be trusted. so... i'm a little worried. it's fine. i'm sure it's fine. of course it is. i'm being silly.

i hope.