Every time I look at a mirror, it startles me and I scream a little.
I walked into Sissy’s Beauty shop, told her what I wanted, and she did it. So, I should expect my hair to be different – right? However, I am still surprised when I get a good glance. Only Ziva, who knows its me by scent and the sound of my voice, has not looked at me strange.
I catch hubby staring at me. He is still trying to adjust and it has been 3 days. I apologize for not posting a photo of the “new” me. It’s not because I’m ashamed of the hair – I have not had a chance to gussie-up since my house-guests arrived. Yes, I am that vain.
All my friends recognize me (from the front) right away.
This must be why they make you move when you go into witness protection. Changing your hair color to reddish copper won’t do it.
<— not me
A Happy Thanksgiving to all my fabulous Readers!!
♥ TTFN ♥