After 7 hours (yes, 7 long, mind-numbing hours), my hair didn’t look like the stupid picture.
I understand it’s hard to exactly replicate a photo, so I’m not mad. I could even like my hair; I’m not sure.
It just doesn’t look like the photo. Of course, I don’t look like Carmen Electra so that might be a big part of the problem (maybe all of the problem).
|Yeah, so not me.|
So after those 7 grueling hours, I’m left with hair that’s way more red than I intended. Sometimes I feel that it looks orange, but others are assuring me that it doesn’t (I think they’re just being nice).
I’m not sure if I don’t like it or it’s just taking some time to adjust to this lighter color.
|Kinda orange, no?|
Until then, I‘m left with more carrot- than caramel-colored hair.
I think I’ll just go running. A ponytail and a Bondi Band hide most of it.