If you are a "bottled blonde" you should never try to sort your roots out yourself. THIS is what happens:
That hot mess is some Clairol platinum blonde. WHY would I pick platinum blonde? My hair is darker than my effing eyebrows. After this hideous debacle, a hairdresser told me that if I ever absolutely had to address my own roots, to use something from Whole Foods. She said a "highlighting kit", which I didn't find. I tried Tints of Nature the next time. Muuuuch better.
The only good thing that came out of this terrifying dye job was spending time with my family:
Next to me: brother Patrick. Darling. White shirt: brother Mike. Darling. Next to Mike: My niece Elle. Amazing and just accepted to the University of Virginia, which I lovingly call University of Va J J. Yes, I call Virginia, Vagina (which is then shortened to Va J J) because I am semi-retarded.
Thank you bad roots. I love you Morgans.
Love,
Katie
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Why not a call out for the lady in blue??
ReplyDeleteIs that a lady?
ReplyDeleteLove,
Katie