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That thing about more fun?

I did a drastic thing last Sunday.
I went to the salon and got my hair colored. BLONDE.
Those who know me would tell you that I have mud brown hair normally. (mud...depending on what part of the country you live in...like it's not Oklahoma clay or anything)
Anyhow, I really like it. Its an all over strawberry blonde color and I've had a lot of compliments on it.

And then there was one of those simply lovely people who tells a person just exactly what she thinks.
She says to me "OH. Your hair is yellow. I think it would've looked good if you'd done something different."

And I think she would look good if she got her head out of her ass.

But I said nothing. And laughed internally. And remembered that when I was going to be having more fun, she was going to be sitting at home with her mousy locks, rearranging the pancake turners in her kitchen cabinets.

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FletcherDodge said…
Post a picture! Post a picture!
7:21 AM
Brianne said…
Yes I must agree with emaw. Post a picture!! I want to see! Changing your hair around is so much fun. Screw that lady. I bet you look fabulous. :) I need to get my hair re-highlighted sooo badly. I'm half my natural color and half mostly-blonde. Again I must emphatically say - post a picture!!
11:54 AM
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