(or so my roots tell me)
As a child I was blond.
The hubs claims to like it...or at least said, "if you're happy with it, that's all that matters."
Basically a nice way of saying, I don't hate it....but it's not my favorite look.
Whatever, I'll take it. I knew going into my dark haired transformation that he was more of a blond lover, but he'll get over it.
Jamie took one look at me, scrunched up his face and started screaming.
Guess I know his response.
Though I honestly think he didn't recognize me at first and in the last week or so has developed a bad case of "stranger danger." Joy. A mama's boy already. Once he finally figured out it was still me, I think he liked it!