It’s cold AF.
I only ever know the date now because of how I title these entries.
(For all the kids reading this, the truth is that when you become an adult you probably won’t ever need to know the date again cause you won’t need to, and when you need it to sign some legal documents (which you probably won’t have to in the future cause the chip embedded in your body will register your acquiescence) you can simply glance at your phone, write the date down, like a robot, without truly recognizing it)
For those following my journey, you know I promised a color change.
I had been offered to serve as a hair model for someone interested in stripping the color of my hair and inserting prismatic colors, for a tidy fee of $80 + tip.
Pretty cool right?
But as it wasn’t something I had originally aimed for, and would likely take a lot of continued labor to prevent it from looking like dukey, I figured let me honor the wishes of the little kids that at my job. Let me do pink.
So one bottle of Adore Pink later, here I am:
I learned a life lesson in hair color last night. Applying neon pink hair dye to orange hair just makes your hair a violent red, not pink at all 🙂
I’m 33, and still not 💯 about my color mixing.
Now while some may like to be violent femmes red, I only applied the pink as a surprise for the girls I work with, if it indeed turned pink.
Time to remove the color, which can be done safely with a mix of anti-dandruff shampoo, baking soda, and Emergen-C.
Thanks goodness for the prolific sharing of beauty tips across the internet. 😉👍
I’ll show you tomorrow how it turns out!