Surprise! New Hair.

Okay, okay, so not that surprising. But really, both Patrick and I have gone a record amount of time without changing our hair (though it couldn't last forever). We don't dye Easter Eggs, but at least we dye something!

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