Yesterday I went to get my hair cut. It was way overdue. I've been getting periodic trims but the general length of the haircut has gotten out of control. Deciding it would be best to save a little money I skipped the color, opting for a DIY box-dye.

First of all I arrived a few minutes early which allowed me to skim the hair magazines...ohh all those pretty people with bangs. Naturally side-swept skimming across the forehead added drama and intrigue...I had to have them!

The haircut was perfect...until I got into the car, the bangs which are mid cheek length flopped in front of my eyes...OK no problem I think, Ill just close the window...no wind no problem right? Wrong flop flop flop.... even bobby pins did not prove a formidable opponent.

Then I got home...the picture on the box looked perfect. When I washed and dried my own hair it was RED! Think hot-topic manic panic red...like I certainly can't go to work without people staring at me red...I will wake that guy up from a coma while I pass through the unit due to the ultraviolet rays protruding from my head...RED.

Well I went to work anyway where the responses were good, and not one child ran away from me crying so maybe its not that bad. I'm not going to re-dye it because I'm sure it will just lead to more disaster. Red fades right?

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