This is what we looked like a few days ago:
*I know I look rather unpleasant in this picture. Patrick told me we were going for "severe" faces. He lies.**I also know this picture is at a weird angle. I apologize for any neck discomfort looking at it may cause you.
Now we look like this:
We switched! I got reddish hair magnificently provided by my love's expertise in hair-dying, and Patch traded his red hair (dyed for this play) for a terrific black-brown reminiscent of a rockabilly star.
So far, my two favorite comments have been:
AJ (a little boy in our Primary class): "Look! You two switched hair!"
Sister Braby (a darling woman who works at the Manhattan Temple with us): "Patrick, your hair looks so much better like this. I didn't want to say anything while you had it, but I never liked the red. Brother Andelin (oh, I shouldn't say this)...well, he said it looked like you did it with food dye! This is much better."
Indeed, Sister Braby. Indeed.
~L
11 comments:
Really great hair-do's. I approve! Patrick, you look like Tin-Tin.
Does Sister Braby's (<-wha?) comment make you wonder what other kinds of smack the old folks are talking? It sure makes me wonder...
I for one find your new looks stunning. How does one get in on this chic hair action?
Found your blog through Hailey Smith's.
Loved the story of the 50% drunken brawl.
Lindsay I believe you are one of very few people who can wear any haircolor and still look classy. It appears as if Patrick has quite improved his hair-dying skills since some of the disasters he put me through in college. Alright, some of them were decent, except when he would try and do a "weave" and get tired after, oh say a few foils and I would end up with a few sprouts of color in my bangs and that's it.
I Louvre both of the 'dos.
Wait! Now no one will be able to figure out who they're talking to! It's like identical twins switching clothes. I expect appropriate stunts and pranks to be pulled.
You are always the cutting edge and the dying edge of style. I didn't know you had lost the red for a bit Lindsay and I am so glad to see it back because I think you are a beautiful red head although you're always beautiful and I don't mean to be Sister Braby with that comment I just made either. But I do have to say that I remember Stacy's hair dye once at your house Patch and I'm beginning to wonder how I ever escaped that fate. Hmm. I do have you to thank for my first taste of an ACTUAL salon with my forced trip to Darcy in high school. Thank you!
I think in private (i.e. not in the temple) old people talk so much smack. nice work guys, now when are you flying out to fix my hair?
Love the hair. I just linked over to the clips from the play, I must say the tambourine in The Rules brought me back to our play in Mrs. Green's drama class which ended in an interpretive dance done to the drum I pulled out from my cloak. Oh the memories!
I don't know why my post posted as Katie but it was really sharon. Heh.
Anytime you want to fly us out, liz.
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