At the end of the summer, I almost made a deal with my mother that I wouldn't dye my hair for a year if I could get my last disaster fixed by someone who actually knew what they were doing. In the end, my insanity won out and I decided that one year was way too long to go without destroying my hair at least once.
So now, I'm back in the game.
In honor of the first hair dye of the school year, here's a short montage of the ridiculous decisions I have made in the past:
The summer before college. Too lightttt.
Welcome to school. Dye your hair blue.
Bored with blonde... let's go brunette!
The brown is fading? No big deal. Use a permanent reddish-brown!
Moment of weakness: Back to the hair salon. Starting the journey back to blonde.
Multiple trips to the hair salon later: Back to Blonde.
Starting off the summer: a few purple-y streaks... basically blonde.
Early June: Black streaks. (Read: BAD IDEA) Within 48 Hours: a dose of Color Oops, leaving me with brown streaks. :)
California: AWFUL IDEA.
The first attempt at fixing the ridiculousness that is the previous picture. My face= my feelings about this color.
A really light color does it, and, once again, we're back to blonde. (slightly too-light blonde, but blonde.)
Which is about where we are right now, except for when my mom tried to put low-lights in my hair and they didn't really show up.
Tonight, the saga continues...
NOOOOOOOO - say it's not soooooo! Is there a name for this type of obsession??
ReplyDeleteSo, where is the current color?
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