I just dyed my hair red today. I needed a change/distraction/something to make me feel pretty, and I'm experimenting with having this colour for the wedding (I think it suits my skin colour better, especially when I'm wearing white -- I'm quite pale, and the blonde washes me out). People's responses have been funny this time. I have had a lot of people who are shocked that I would do such a thing "so close to the wedding." It's hair dye (and a colour that always fades quickly on me, regardless of how permanent, anyway); I didn't shave my head.
It was fun. I've always had other people dye my hair, and my friend Terra was going to do it tonight, but that fell through, and Meg and Karl were out mini-golfing this evening. And so I decided to do it myself (considering the fact that I've dyed other people's hair countless time, and that the dye was in cream form, making it less drippy, I figured that it wouldn't be a big deal). This was just what I needed to unwind, this evening. It was relaxing, work-intensive enough to be distracting, and made me feel really pretty. After I was done, I styled my hair, put on make up, and dressed up.
And so, feeling rather fabulous, I'll be able to face an upcoming day of childcare, and the fact that I'm not meeting with Dr. B until Thursday. (Just before he leaves for Europe for a month. Keep me from hyperventilating, please.)
One eery thing: when I was flipping out the ends of my hair, I realised that I had subliminally made myself look a bit like Marcia Cross. I realised this as I was parting my hair from the side and thinking, "Maybe I should put on my pearls."