So, I thought I'd foil my own hair. I told myself, "Sure! I've done it many times." (LIE.... I've died my hair many times but the number of times I've foiled in base and highlights = 0.)
Always cavalier, I went ahead and got started, using 2 colors + a paint brush, just like I've seen stylists- and their assistants- do in salons.
Well, somehow, I forgot that
A. they have training, permits, degrees, and CERTIFICATES from the STATE permitting such behavior
B. they're know what doing
C. I don't, in fact, have 8 arms or eyes on the back of my head,
aaaand
D. I'm an idiot.
One box of foil, three boxes of dye, four hours of labor plus one hour bleaching the sink (I splattered,) a healthy dose of panic attack, and quite a lot of @#$%!!!!!, and the results!???!?!
Survey says:
I will never, ever, ever lie to myself again. About hair, anyway. Well, okay, not in the next 3 weeks.
And it looks, uh, chestnut brown.
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