So I was showing my date last night a couple of pictures of me as a kid (yes, there was a reason; I had travelled to someplace he used to live), and I came across this pic of me back in 5th grade, during what I like to think of as "my last good hair year." The summer after this I got my hair cut shorter than shoulder length so it would be easier for me to take care of at Girl Scout camp, and it's never been quite the same since. To keep some of my dignity intact I'm going to refrain from posting photos of the fright wig that lived on my head from about 1986 to 1989. But isn't this cute?



A couple of days ago I colored my hair a bit darker than usual. I followed some advice in Oprah Magazine (Shut up! Stop laughing! I'm serious!) that a chestnut color looks good on someone with pink undertones in their skin like mine. I was so impressed with the difference it made in this woman's look that I decided I'd try it. (There's actually a better 'after' picture of her on the front page of the article, but the website version of it is tiny.) I hadn't fooled around with coloring my hair since I put highlights in back in April when I was out in San Diego for a conference. I actually really like the color, but hope it lightens up a little after I wash my hair a few more times. I'll post a picture tonight when I get home from work so you can see for yourself.

Ok, it's actually the next morning, but here you go:


And now, I'm off to a job interview. Wish me luck!