Identity Crisis

Yesterday brought round another trip to Crazy J. As I like to do from time to time, I decided to make a dramatic change to my hair. I've been blonde pretty much all my life - by nature and by Garnier Nutrisse. Once, in college, I dyed my hair so blonde, I looked a little Marilyn Monroe-ish (minus the innate sex appeal). But all in all, I've bought into the old adage that blondes have more fun, and I've fought the brunette-ing of my roots for quite some time.

My last trip to Crazy J, I took a step in the darker direction, but in the end, it was still blonde. So yesterday, I settled in the chair with a couple of photos to give him an idea, and in a couple of hours time, I became a brunette.

I like it. But it's a bit confusing. For the rest of the day yesterday and all day today, every time I pass a mirror or see myself in a window reflection, I have to pause. I look totally different - I've never had hair this dark. It's like a whole new identity. If only Crazy J could work his makeover magic on my overly-large hips and thighs.