Here are the facts: People treat me differently when I’m blond then when I’m brunette. Pros and cons to both, but definite distinct differences. Don’t even get me started about how differently you are treated fat versus thin.
When I’m blond, doors tend to get opened more often and I can get away with innocent mistakes. You know, “blond moments” like pouring hot water on my windshield instead of scraping off the ice. In my defense I grew up in boiling hot Arizona with no snow. But then on the down side, people often assume nothing’s going on upstairs. Dumb until proven otherwise. I’ve had someone tell me that I’m a lot smarter than I look. Umm…thank you?
When I’m brunette, I’m asked more about politics and where I got my degree, not where I got my hair done. But I’m also assumed to be stone-cold sober person with no interest in having fun. While the first part is true, I am always up for a good time.
So right now, with my thick brown roots showing, I’m enjoying both sides of the coin. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself until I can find time to get my hair done.
I have never been a huge fan of blondies. I tend to be drawn toward the chocolate version but these were pumpkin blondies were sent to me by my friend Amy and I had to try them. They originally were made with chocolate chips but her version used white chocolate and butterscotch chips. This version was really good but you know me…I love chocolate, so I think I will try the other version next time just because I can. Although they aren’t lookers, their texture is supermoist and chewy, and their flavor will win you over.