Short and Sassy The Sequel: The Dye Job

Yesterday I got my hair colored. I didn’t have time to get it done last week when I got it cut, so my dramatic transformation came in two stages. I got all-over color instead of the highlights I’ve been getting since age 16. I’m one of those women who doesn’t remember what her natural color looks like, and this color is allegedly one shade light than my God-given brown. It turns out my hair is really dark. I actualy like it(!), and it makes the new haircut look better too. But this morning I woke up and my cute bob was all fallen foward into a fluffly bowl cut and I realized I looked like Ginny Sacrimoni.