Recently, I attended Book Expo America where I met a whole bunch of people from Twitter. I was so excited to go around and tackle hug people left and right, but was universally met with initial resistance. Not because I was being a creeper running around hugging people I knew, but because I was running around hugging people I THOUGHT knew ME.
Except... they didn't. Not at first, anyway. You see, every single person expected me to be blonde because this was my profile picture:
I suppose I can see how, from this one photo, with my hair up, and the lighting, and all the other elements put together, a person might think my hair is of a lighter golden nature.
My hair has always been brown. For a brief time when the above photo was taken, yes, I DID have some very light colored highlights. But I've never been a true blonde.
Here I am not being blonde when I was born:
Here I am not blonde on a Big Wheel as a wee toddler:
Here I am dressed as a brunette Christmas present:
Oh, look! A brunette Vols fan... (hint: that's me!)
Okay, here my hair DOES look a little lighter, but compare it to Laurell K. Hamilton's gorgeous golden locks. I'm still fangirling with brown hair...
Maureen Johnson and I have the same light brown hair with caramel colored highlights...
Over here with Freddie Falcon? Yup...still brown.
I even had dark hair at Platform 9 3/4...
...and at Chepstow Castle...
I also had brown hair when I got married,
went to a Coldplay concert,
and at the Stratosphere on the Las Vegas strip.
When I graduated college? Yup.
Ran into my professor Michael Knight when his book The Typist came out and I had brown hair then...
Also, when I went to Graceland...
...and that time I met Elvis with my friend Dawn. She's the one on the right with blonde hair. (Note: my hair is not the same color as Dawn's.)
Or when I met Quasimodo?
How about when I went to an art show and Boba Fett was there? (okay, I'll give you this one... I might possibly be mistaken for blonde here, but that's all lighting. Also, again, only the highlighted part of my hair is visible.)
...then back across the ocean in Savannah, GA. This is a great view of the back of my brown hair.
I think that's plenty of photographic evidence to establish the fact that me looking like this
is actually not a brand new thing. It's the way I've always looked. I'm terribly, terribly sorry if I frightened or confused anyone at BEA. I also don't think being blonde is a bad thing. I loved my highlights, but they're expensive and take FOREVER to get done. As a mommy I don't have the time or money for that anymore. I promise to give you all fair warning if I ever save up and have an extra four hours laying around to spend at the salon. ;)