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Experiences and thoughts based on my everyday life |
I did something a little drastic and spontaneous this weekend. I announced to my fiancé that I want to have black hair for our wedding. I am naturally blonde, and my hair had been red for quite a while. Going black is a big decision, as it is really tough to go lighter, once you move to the dark side. But I have really been embracing my witchiness, and with the state of the world, I wanted a way to make a silent statement and decided to dye it black. But not just any black, oh no... I went into the most blue black I could find, and threw caution to the wind. I ain't gonna lie, it's harsh. But the look in Rick's eyes says it all. It's like I upped the sexiness a few points. I keep catching him staring at me with a broad smile plastered across his face. It makes me giggle The new look definitely plays into my gothic youth, and also embraces my role as a crone, which I am leaning into very hard these days. The new look is still a little shocking upon looking in the mirror, and will take a little getting used to, but I am here for it. I will have long, flowing Morticia Addams hair in time for the wedding. It will match my black wedding dress perfectly. |