my hair told me.

I dyed my hair today, because my hair told me that…

it was feeling bland.

it keeps getting darker, as I get older.

it felt like it was on the verge of that whole “dishwater” term fiasco.  I would never use that term to describe anyone’s hair, especially mine.  Really, worst hair color description ever.

it felt like it was the same color as my face.

it needed a change.

So, I dyed it brown and my hair said, I feel much better.

 

FYI: I was curious to see if the  little boy would recognize me, but in true male fashion, he didn’t even notice. 

{Liv