I mean, admittedly, it doesn't look that different. But when I was back in the US, I went for my (now annual) hair cut. The stylist that I go to does my hair, my mom's, and my sister's so it's plainly a family affair. But I also love the dedication she puts in and the result I get. I'm also a bit of a guinea pig for her. Over the years she's made me red, brunette, platinum blonde. And now sort of a strawberry blonde.
On the left you have the remnants of a September 2011 platinum blonde and a February 2012 chin-length bob cut. As you can see, the dye still won't cling to my damaged, bleached out ends. So whether I want to or not, I'm gonna be rockin' the accidental ombré.
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