After about four hundred and sixty seven shampoos, my hair has lightened up significantly. Last night I mentioned that fact to my husband as I was blowing it dry. He stood there for a minute with a thoughtful look on his face and then said "You know, I think I liked it better when you first dyed it."
Um, WHAT?
He continued "Yeah, I liked it a lot when it was really dark. You know, when it was like, black."
Apparently, my husband has been harboring a secret thing for goth chicks. Who would have thought? And I have to admit, while it didn't make me feel particularly cute, the dark hair did make me feel super angsty. And a little bit sexy when I paired it with bright red lipstick…and a water bra. Okay fine, two water bras.
