Jennifer Anne Kogler

Well,

I had my remodel. I’ve decided that this is what I’m referring to my makeover as — the word “makeover” reminds me of mall kiosks, Oprah, ugliness and the year 2001. I’ve attached a picture of the end result, snapped outside my house after I returned from a long day of scalp massages, new clothes, free meals and a total face renovation (where I learned that bronzer is a pasty girl’s best friend). What do you think?

To tell you the truth, though I was skeptical, the whole thing was fun — my hair is darker than it’s ever been. Sometimes I walk past a mirror now and jump up thinking there’s an intruder in the house (I haven’t gone so far as to get a baseball bat for protection).

Dark brunettes are back in a big way, you heard it here first.

The people at Urban Decay were wonderfully nice and generous. And although that melancholy Beck song, “Lost Cause,” was playing during the hair portion of the makeover, I tried not to take it as some terrible omen of things to come, resisting the urge to run out of the salon in a fit of Remodel Anxiety (yes, it’s a clinical term). Once the official pictures come up on the Urban Decay website, I’ll put up the link (provided the pictures aren’t too horrendous). Perhaps I can finally get rid of that generic pre-installed Google News link that people razz me about.

The book comes out THIS TUESDAY, I’ll be back writing then to let you know if my life changes, though I feel like it’ll be a day like any other, starting, of course, with a nice fresh bowl of oatmeal.

Remember to Spring forward,
Jennie