OK, this is definitely not specifically a gender/software/sex change/philosophy type of entry today; so read on only if you want to be completely bored.

 

This post my friends is all about that evil word 'Vanity'

 

Recently I decided to strip all the color out of my drab, mousy brown hair.  Naturally, I followed this class act up with the addition of a couple zillion bundles of hair extensions to get a little more fullness and length.  Oh and for the encore, I had it all foil dyed!  :)

 

This little procedure took a little more than 3 hours at the salon and when I finally got a chance to look at myself in the mirror...

 

Wow, I really liked it; or me; or the reflection - whatever it is, I think I am completely enthralled by the notion that it's absolutely OK for me to change my hair color or length or makeup style at the drop of the hat. 

 

When I went to work the following Monday, I was living a scene from the stereotypical sitcom.  The other woman in my office, especially those that I'm really close with immediately noted my new look and offered their opinions; these ranged from raves to mostly positive.  One of my girlfriends who really just doesn't like girls with long hair glanced at me and gave me her customary; "Meh, it's alright :("  Several of the guys looked at me a bit oddly and I could sense that they were uncertain whether they should mention it or not.

 

Oh and get this; one guy actually asked me if I got new glasses. 

 

I just chuckled to myself and basked in the spender of being me.  And finally feeling really good about it!

 

Now the question I have for you all...

 

Do you think I should have some low-lights done to chill it out a bit or should I just explore life as a bottle Blondie until I tire of it?  Oh and criticisms are more than welcome!!

 

 

Always,
Dana

There's truth and charm and beauty
And strangeness everywhere
The closer we examine
The more there's nothing there