This week, I embarked on getting a blue streak in my hair. I’ve cursed enough of them so how hard could it be?
I asked my stylist (Jamie) if she had time to bleach out a streak, so I could go home and color it. J bleached it out and then her assistant wanted to put in the color. Sure, why not? That’d save me the trouble, right? After 3.5 hours, I had this
So I had Tom help me slop on the Manic Panic and I left it on for 3 hours. Then I had this
I took this color to bowling and the only one that commented was Sandy. She said “Ewww!” and gave a “there’s a spider on my head” shiver.
Then I broke up the day by ripping off the handle on our Forever storm door.
Today, I decided to give it one more shot and sectioned & slathered, again.
Then I spent about 6 hours updating my Shoppe (check it out…tell your friends!) – during which time I forgot I had the stuff on my hair.
Sometimes, it’s the little things that make me happy. This happy only took me four days.