Armed with peroxide.. A bottle of red (yes that’s wine not the dye) and my colour of desire I am now a new women, I am now a red head, a very bright one in fact..
You see that’s how us girls do it, when we want instant notification that we have a brand new life, new hopes and new dreams we change our hair..
As someone whom normally went to the hair dresser with high hopes and came out 90 minutes later with the latest fashion victim fringe and a dented ego I have now changed.. My hair is still long, it is still luscious but this time I did not fall victim to a over zealous hairdresser. This time.. I have super drug to blame…
Red rocks… lets do..
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