Haiur. The reason to a lot of people’s bad selfesteem. It’s dry, it’s greasy, split and damaged ends, the roots are revealing your true colour, it’s too long, it’s too short, it’s thinning.
My main problem is that I’m never satisfied. If it’s long, I want longer. If it’s red, I want the reddest and if it’s going to be bleached, I want it white!
So, out with the red; In with the new. I haven’t been blonde since I was 12 years old. And maybe for a reason… My first reaction was more or less:
I had so many colours in my hair, and especially on the ends. After seven hours (poor, lovely Rodrigo) the roots was whiteblonde and ends orange/eyellow...
Then I was more like; I.N.S.P.I.R.A.T.I.O.N!
The things I can do with bleached hair! The colours I can get!
If it doesn’t work out, I’ll rock the big ass turban :D