I am blonde. Or I was blonde. During my pregnancy with Drew my hair started getting darker. I was horrified. I was always so proud of the fact that I was a natural blonde, even at age 30. Then after William was born I actually had a person at the grocery store say, "Where did his white hair come from since you have brown hair?" Oh, snap. I almost took that grocery checker out. And so my decision was made. I was going to get my hair did for the first time ever. It was a huge step because I was the only I knew who hadn't done that yet. Never had a perm, never dye or highlights, no ears piereced... untouched.
Now instead of having drab brown kids-ruined-my-blonde hair, I have I-sit-for-3-hours-every-8-weeks blonde hair, with some iced tea colored highlights. I call it youth restoration. Still no ear piercing, though. Not until some grocery store employee insults my earlobes, anyway.
Love it! :0)
ReplyDeleteMy hair has gotten darker after each baby, that now I'm a "dirty" blonde... sniffle... its almost like a bad word... You make me want to get my hair done!
Preeettty!
ReplyDeleteI hear ya. I have to dye. Why do kids kill the blonde? Little demons.
You have a very good colorist. My boys killed my curls.
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