New Year...New color?

I died my hair today.

I died it the wrong color.

After stepping out of the shower and toweling myself off, I looked up to see my hair, raised my eyebrow and thought, "hmmmm...That's not right..."

It's darker.

Much darker.

Crab Nuts.

So much so, that I had the thought that maybe, just maybe I look like my evil twin in a 1960's sitcom...you know? Like when Genie or Samantha's sister visited...the more naughty sister?

And they looked exactly the same as the good Genie and Samantha, and the only way you could tell them apart was because of their much darker hair hair?

Yeah.

Kind of like that.

But...I suppose it's not all bad because everyone who saw me said I looked great. I even had one gentleman tell me that I looked so good that he didn't recognize me.

Well then.

Thank you.

I think.

I hate that I have absolutely no recollection of what color I dye my hair...and it happens every time I go to buy the dye...ever since college (when I was a blonde...my natural color)

I'm actually entertaining the idea that not only do I look younger with darker hair, but it makes my eyes look bluer too...

I know for sure that it's kind of making some of my clothes look different.

And in these pictures I probably could have used some lip color...

But, I guess I'll keep it, you know?

For the time being.