The M Chronicles: Reflections and Ramblings: I have shot myself in the foot: pointless post #596

Well, not literally. I'd say it was more like unintentional visage cultivation. You see, over the years I have been told every so often I resemble Linda Evangelista. Mind you, I'm about 3 inches shorter and 2 dress sizes larger, so I'm not even close to supermodel shape. Yes, I realize this is a huge compliment, but I really don't think I look like her. Don't get me wrong: I adore her to pieces. She and Eva were my favorite models of the late 80s-early 90s. But when I look at myself in the mirror I don't see Linda. I see my mom. Well, everything except my nose. But I digress.

So yesterday I visited Jerielle, the only stylist I trust in this state, to give my hair a bit of an update. I was born with hair that didn't match my eyebrows, and over the years I have only brought out the blonde to a greater degree. Now I love my eyebrows. Love, love, love them (thank you, Mom!). But alas, they are naturally hued chestnut. I asked Jerielle to match my hair to my eyebrows. Yes, you read that right. I decided to go where most women choose boldly not to go. I traded in my golden locks for rich chocolate ones. At first glimpse out of the shampoo bowl, my eyes probably grew wide as saucers. Jimminy Crickets it was dark. Not goth vampire dark, but not like anything I've ever had before. It lightened up a bit as it dried, and on the way home I wondered whether I had done the right thing. I'm a natural worrier, though. This morning I woke up in loooooove with the color. I'm so silly sometimes.

I styled it into a polished bob and left the house to run errands. Twice today....yes, TWICE! I got stopped in my tracks to be told I look like Linda. One lady did a double take as I was sitting in the M.A.C. makeup chair at Nordstroms trying on different hues. She felt obligated to march right up and tell me I look exactly like her. Was there something in the air?

I came home to Google Linda to find out the hue I had chosen is one of Linda's signature colors, and my bob today was shaped exactly like hers from some time ago. Observe:

I was totally stoked to find out she's the new face of Prada this fall (at age 43!!). Could there be some handsome angel donor who would be willing to buy me these shoes? I almost fainted from desire when I saw them.