Yes, that is my hair as of today. You see, I've always wanted fire-engine red hair, like Debra Messing red. I've tried countless times, and failed. I don't know why I thought today would be different. That crazy person in my head can always convince me "this time will be different." But in the end, I always have patchy red hair. My hair just won't take this color for some reason. And this time I made sure it wasn't because I missed a spot, it turned my hair a weird blonde too. So I know what I'll be doing tomorrow! Going back to Target to get a new color. Sorry, hair!
Oh no! My stylist can't do it until next week! Can I wait that long? Probably not, I can't go any place someone I know would see me with this hair. The picture doesn't even come close to the shocking reality.
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I did the exact same thing a few weeks ago and had to get it professionally fixed... best of luck.ReplyDelete
Is that my best friend Erin? A blog yet?ReplyDelete
lol! there are definitly benefits to having a beautician for a mother!ReplyDelete
I'm so terribly afraid of having my hair go a crazy color (green is my megafear).ReplyDelete