Blonde-A (a self-absorbed peroxide addict) is horrified by this turn of events. (She lives somewhere in my brain, next to Skinny-A but far away from Chocolate-Bikkies-Are-My-BFF-A). She points out that blonde looks so much better with a pink dress, or a dark blue suit. Brunette-A (as Usher so eloquently put it, she’s a lady on the streets but a freak in the bed) says piffle, you look so much more SERIOUS and PROFESHUNAL now. Both are full of shit.
That is more than enough about a change of hair colour, ffs. No big deal, I tell myself. Ha.
Photos? HA HA NO. I’m not that confident about it yet. I’m already cacking my pants about whether it will match the dress/lipstick combo I chose for this weekend’s wedding festivities for my aunt.