I'm really into hair dye and its transformative effect. Almost two years ago it was an ever increasing shade of ditz (that's blonde). It started with highlights and I got hooked. By the time I was ovah it I almost had Barbie hair. It was killer hot, but I tired of it. I went a slightly-more-bright-than-natural-without-looking-angry-teen shade of red in the fall. Also got bored of that too and died my hair back to its natural medium-dark brown. The red still comes through when the sun is shining and it's pretty decent. I had to give it a rest though both for the sake of my poor head and poorer pocketbook. If you've read this blog for more than 5 seconds you'd gather I'm not the type that does DIY on my person. I'm aiming to grow out my hair completely and have it quite long for the first time in years. Sexy.
I learned that DIY = hot mess one really intoxicated high school night that may have included one or more Substances of Pleasure. A Dear Friend and I thought it would be a Fabulous Idea to DIY with her head (and dignity). We coloured the tub and the towels red and got her hair a tri-colour of blond, brown and green. Go figure. Chemistry was never my strongest point. More like non-existent point. We had to sashay (err sway) over to Shoppers (said Dear Friend's hair in a shower cap under a hat) and stagger through attempting to explain to the Cosmetics Department Lady what we did and ask how to remedy it.
I've been trying really, really hard to hold off on another dye job. I always feel blonde in the summer. It's just so. much. damage. And $$.
Behold, inspiration to re-fry my locks:
I lust over how it's a subtle, yet substantial, shift from her natural brown to a warm weather hue. It even looks hot growing out (might be the sexy faced model).
Alas, in all likelihood I'm going to exercise some of that ever-elusive restraint and leave my head be. Fierceness can be left to someone else for now.
Via Studded Hearts
E.
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