baby got black

Or, "succumbing to the dark side", "heart of darkness", "black like me", "I still get a little shock every time I look in the mirror"...  Sooo many options for the title of this blog post.

The point: I went darker! Yeah I know, it's not black, but it is to ME, by comparison. And so, apparently I'm committed now to being a brunette (at least for the next six months, to some degree). I had to go darker, though-- the initial two dye layers/shade of brown was moving rapidly towards a disgusting greenish-puce tint as the blond base began to shine through-- first time I've ever preferred my roots, they remained reddish instead of pukish.

So I kept my Safety Appointment (appointed exactly two weeks after the first one, in case I HATED the brown) but didn't use it to go back to blonde, rather to have her dye me up with another layer and go DARK! Soooo much better. Though, I'll admit, pretty drastic now and it kinda looks like I have "dyed" hair. And I feel like I'm hiding behind a disguise. And that I've lost my identity. And I really do get a little shock just about every time I see myself in the mirror. And, okay, sometimes I hate it. But other than that, I love it! 

This time, I went in with a plan and a photo example on my iPod: I wanted my color to be the same as HERS... so luscious, so deep and mahogany-reddish, and so much more likely to attract a smokin' hot vampire.

I think she got it pretty close! 

So I'm well on my way to becoming Bella. Plus, my new darker hair color really brings out the color of my eyes. Which, I might add (and which is in fact the only reason I'm bringing this up), are the melting honey-topaz color of --oh, I don't know-- the modern vampire?

I can even claim purple shadows underneath my eyes, Cullen-style, as shown here. If I were you, I'd be a little scared right now about my mortality, except for one dead giveaway-- I don't think the purple shadows are supposed to include the bags and wrinkles and the lines of age and stress and sleepless nights (esp. that last one--vampires don't need sleep--which means no lack-of-sleep bags), also shown here, albeit somewhat camouflaged by the blurry photo. Intentional, yes. 

Am I obsessed with my hair? Yes. 

Am I obsessed with Twilight? No.

Really, Jennie?

Well, okay... but just a little bit.