just how fun are brunettes anyways?

Last night, I made the final decision to change. Since I moved to DC, I have experienced many different hair makeovers, but the one that has remained the same is my hair color. Before moving here, I added red highlights to my blond highlights and my tresses have been tri-colored for years. Considering that my hair had been super short for the majority of my time in DC, the color really accentuated the cut. But now that my hair is the longest its been in several years (it's finally just beyond shoulder length), the color really doesn't do anything for the cut. So, I'm going with chestnut brown with blonde highlights. I'll let you all know how it turns out as soon as I get it done (hopefully some time this week).

If you know me, then you know that my hair is very important to me. I'm the kind of person who buys those $15 shampoos and $20 hairsprays (non-aerosol, of course) and $30 hair wax because ithey're supposed to be better and I don't want to take my chances. You know how guys are stereotypically into their cars and are preoccupied with taking care of 'em, waxing 'em and doing preventative maintenance and having the best stereo and speakers and spoilers and whatever. Well, that's the way I am with my hair.

Because my boyfriend has to look at me everyday, I asked him what he thought of my decision. He said, "It's just hair. When it's all said and done, it's still you." Awww...isn't he sweet?