Okay so today I decided to dye my hair and get it cut. I went to the salon for my appointment at 6 and my wonderful hairdresser Kelsey worked on it for three and a half hours. While she was foiling my hair (basically turning me into a piece of tin foil), Cole showed up and we FINALLY met and discussed possible apartment-living. Anyways, so after Kelsey was all done, I am officially blonde (although it doesn't really look blonde at all in the photos - blame my computer and horrible lighting for that). It's not exactly the color I was hoping for, but going from the color I had to the one I have now rocks!
So - do blondes *really* have more fun?
At first, I was skeptical.
But then, I embraced the blonde (and my Starbucks).
And apparently forgot how to look at the camera.
While falling in love with my hair.
I am a dork.
That is all.
Sidenote: My hair is not a platinum blonde AT ALL and I hope people did not think that's what I meant when I said I was blonde. It's a caramel blonde - I was hoping for more strawberry blonde, but as summer rolls around, it should actually get more red. And, again, the lighting in my room is HORRIBLE for taking photos. :D
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