It's blurry but its real. After 23 years of virgin hair I finally took the plunge and dyed it.
And by plunge I mean I did that thing where you walk into the water with your arms up, standing on your tip-toes because it's cold and you are a big wuss.
And by all that I mean I only dyed the bottom of my hair.
But still, if you know me at all you know this is big.
I don't really do "change."
It's called a melt, and I love how it turned out!
I texted this picture to my mother this morning and the conversation went like this:
Katie: "Check out my new hair!"
Mom: "I don't get it. What is different?"
Katie: "Mom. It's completely blonde on the bottom now."
Mom: "...on purpose?"
As if half my hair accidentally marinated in peroxide for 15-20 minutes with a thorough rinse and condition afterward.
News #2: I was brushing my teeth this morning and part of my tooth fell out.
Really. That's the whole story.
There I was, doing my up-and-downs, right before my back-and-forths, when a big chunk of my left molar just popped off.
Is this normal?
Do teeth do this?
Don't I already know the answer to these questions?
All I do know is I have spent the evening testing various tooth-hole fillers.
Things to NOT replace a molar with:
my winter semester term paper
a tic-tac (pre-sucked)
the love of the childhood pet I never had
I figure if I don't find something soon I'll have to do something drastic, like go to the dentist.
And pay someone money.
Heaven forbid I finally have an injury that can't be fixed by superglue.
I'll keep you posted.