Vanity, thy name is Be.
My hair decided to change color last night like the sugar maples do this time of year. Due to the dampness, I'd been having serious problems with frizz. Since I'm hell bent on letting it grow out, figured I'd see if a good conditioning might help. Clear henna's my usual treatment, but this time I decided to live dangerously and tried some of the colored stuff.
To say that I'm pleased with the results would be an understatement. Folks: I woke up with Elizabeth Siddal hair.
How pleasant to glance into the mirror and see la boca bacciata. Same hair length, same pale skin, same almost cherubic face. Ordinarily I'm not too bullish on my looks, but this transformation was a happy surprise. It really suits me.