The thing about coloring your hair is that you have to keep up with it. You know, the whole recoloring thing. However, if you’re lucky like me, your boyfriend will know what he’s doing and the results are fantastic.
Before:
Faded, roots showing and in desparate need of a touch up.
After:
Red. Hot. Actually, that’s the name of the dye color. I’d say it lives up to its name.
Me: Happy. I know you can’t tell because I’m not smiling, but I’m actually happy. (I can walk and knit and chew gum all at the same time, but it’s hard for me to hold the camera still and smile at the same time. Go figure.)
Just because I know how to color your hair, that doesn’t make me gay.
Of course not, baby. It just makes you handy.
Gorgeous hair color! That’s the color I’ve always wanted, but never been quite able to pull off. (I’m pale, which *should* work, but I’ve also got quite a bit of pink to my skin.)
It’s amazing that the hair colour makes you face look less wide.
HA!
Smokin’!