After I hit the 9 month mark, I needed a change. The fact that the bishops wife offered to cut and color my hiar for only $20 was also really enticing. So there begins the rough journey...
1. Started off with highlights. Something simple. Nothing too drastic.
2. Wanted to take advantage of the fact that I didn't get trasnfered and still had the cheap hair stylist down the street so I asked for just a little more highlights. And what happened? She turned me blonde!
I saw this picture on my camera one day after I dyed my hair and didn't even recognize myself! |
3. So as my roots began to grow I needed to fix the problem. This was the first time I ever used a box and the lady was doing it out of her home. No legit in-house salon like the first time around. Should've known this was leading to a major disaster.
Farias was smart in going dark. |
All I see in this picture is orange roots! |
Way better than before but the orange is still present. |
6. I finally get back to the states and the 2nd day I got home I went to a salon. I needed major help. When I got there the first thing my hair stylist said was...what did you do to your hair? More like what didn't I do with my hair. So proceeded to tell me I couldn't dye it or do anything to it for another 6 months.
Well it has been exactly 6 months and what did I do? Went to get my hair done. Didn't know who to go to or where to go seeing as I am new to the city but can I just say I was thoroughly pleased with my male Nicaraguan hairstylist. Never have I had a guy cut my hair but after 4 long hours in the salon he made me a happy woman.
What we call the melt |
I wasn't trying to take a myspace photo, I promise. |
oh em gee. you look adorable. miss ya sis.
ReplyDeletethanks! miss you too! ok so you commenting on my blog made me remember that i had a dream about you last night..and you were dating marco! ill send you an email. its probably better.
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