I borrowed my roommate’s new wig which blends almost perfectly with my own hair color (even though it makes it look like I’ve got a mullet, lol)  — If it were my wig, I’d thin it out just a little, especially on the sides.   She thought I’d stolen it from her because I couldn’t stop taking pictures wearing it even before she had a chance to try it on.  She finally yanked it off my head after I finished my self-photo session.

Maybe I’ll even et something like this myself, only not as puffy, and maybe even a little…blonder?  I haven’t been a blonde since I got married.

Let me know if you’d like to see me as a blonde (not platinum but medium blonde) or if you think I should go even darker, like dark brown.  (I dyed my hair black once and I looked like Morticia).  No red hair, I’ve been there and done that, and I’m over being a fake ginger.

Me before the wig.  That’s my flat natural hair. ^

The wig is on.  Let’s mess it up! ^

“Draw me like one of your French girls.”  ^

My default INFJ Avoidant BPD faraway “I’m not yet sure I can trust you but I’m thinking…” deer in the headlights  look. ^

I’m still feeling under the weather today and was bored, so I decided to take some selfies, then do a little photo manipulation with them.

Please put in the comments which one should be my next gravatar/FB image (if I change it at all). I think I like the first one best.

That’s me rolling my tongue. It’s an inherited ability, like wiggling your ears.

I can’t believe how narcissistic this is, but it sure is fun!