art of dyeing hair

I dyed my hair a dark unspecified color. It's pretty different. I think I look like a witch.

My mom thinks it's cute , but all I can think about is cackling everytime I look in the mirror. It's not that I look gothic--I don't at all. (Plus I don't have any skulls or dog collars...and I have good skin coloring, for dark hair), but now, there is just something witchy going on; I can't quite put my finger on it.

So I woke up this morning and lobbed off 4 inches... Myself. I think it helps a little, I got rid of some scraggly stuff; now I just look like a witch with short hair, which is easier to deal with.

I don't usually do home hair-care kits. There are a lot of things that could go wrong, but I can blame this "art of.." lesson on my aunt, who taught me to dye her hair on a visit. It basically consisted of reading the instructions that came with the box. Who knew? From that experience I learned that it is just as easy to mess things up at home in your kitchen as it is to pay some professional to do it.

When my brother saw me after I dyed it, it was wet, and thus, even darker, and he said that I looked like I dyed my hair black--"as black as your soul," which were his precise words. It kind of fits my theme.

And then I looked at my feet as I climbed into bed, and lo and behold! I did actually dye the bottoms of my feet black. Black soles.

He didn't see my feet, so my question is: How did he know??