oh. that's supposed to be THERE it is. But this is a hair story.
It has now been one week since the renovation of the red head attempt which ended up turning me into a brownishred head. As you have seen from the picture, which seems to have dissappeared because of that bad post titled "I should be working" (or something) which screwed up my blogger page and won't delete, it looks pretty good.
The dye is still washing out. It doesn't seem to have taken very well on the parts of my head that were previously highlighted. it is fading into a multicolored brownish hue. The top of my head, where my hair was virgin, (I had this bright idea to see what color my hair is sans highlights) is still the color of rich mahogany. Which leaves me with badly toned hair. in another week or so, if I continue to wash my hair, it appears that it will, at this rate (and I only wash every other day) look REALLY, REALLY bad by next Tuesday. I thought my concern would be the blonde hair that grew in, not the blonde hair that is fighting it's way through in ways that can only be discribed as ucky.
With moving, I can neither spend the time or the money (again) to have it repaired. I am not going to try dying it myself again to save a buck. I suppose now would be a good time to call my hairdresser.
Saturday is my family Christmas party. picture central. I don't want to be immortalized as the one with bad hair. Crimany. When will I ever learn not to mess too much with what nature provided?