I dyed my hair again the other day, and decided to go even a litle bit darker brown than before. I'm really digging the brown, apart from the fact that when my blond roots grow back I look seriously grey, and I'm just vain enough to have to keep myself from remarking to the grocery clerk in an offhand way "I certainly need a touch up - don't I! My goodness this blond is hard to keep up with! I'm only glad I'm not going grey!!"
But aside from that bit of vanity I love Brenna Brunette. I feel much less conspicuous, and I can wear anything I want and not feel like I'm screaming too loudly in a visual way.
There is an unexpected result of the dark hair. I've started having little fantasies about cultivating a Snow White goes Steampunk kind of vibe: dark hair, pale skin, red lips, and then big 'ole boots and vintage belt buckles. Of course Snow White doesn't have large nose pores and the beginning of jowels...
It is my first ever Wish I Could Look Like A Princess phase in all of my 43 years, and while wildly embarrassing to admit, still I cannot deny it. I realized that yesterday, in Boots (Britons famous super-drug), while brousing through the lipsticks on my way from Shampoo to Check-out. Firstly: I don't wear lipstick. I don't like the way it tastes or feels, and Bob won't kiss me when I have it on. Secondly: I ended up bringing home from Boots a remarkably vivid and bright shade from Rimmel called "Dare". I kid you not. It's called "Dare".
Does it work? Am I feeling the Snow White vibe yet? Well... I haven't rolled my hair up under in a big red bow or lined my eyes in black, so I haven't quite got the full effect. In fact I haven't taken a shower yet today. I have started whistling while I work. But that was really just to make my family laugh. I can't whistle worth a damn.