I realize now that I should have perhaps heeded the words of the amazingly good hairstylist when he suggested I just add a ton of highlights to my natural dark blonde base color. I was too curious about how I'd look blondie blonde to listen to him, but I'm sure I'd have loved it and gotten over that feeling. Nevertheless, what's done is done, and it's just hair, and I'm not saying I hate it per se. It's just so...blonde. (this picture actually doesn't do the blondeness justice since my overhead light is missing two bulbs)
The best part of the whole experience was the stylist himself, who works out of his Lower East Side apartment, charged me 1/4 of the salon cost when he saw my meager lunch-shift waitress earnings, and regaled me with stories about his celebrity clients including Brit Brit back when she was hot and, currently, Janice Fuckin' Dickinson.
3 comments:
i like it!
we need to talk.
Well, I'm just a dark and mysterious kinda gal.
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