I tried to dye my hair today. Erin thought I'd be fine on my own and for some reason her faith in my abilities turned into my own unwarranted confidence in myself. After 20 minutes of sitting and watching
Sex and the City with sweet smelling hair over taking my scalp and, sadly, top of my forehead, I rinsed it all out, covered my head in conditioner and waited another two minutes before rinsing and blow drying it all out. After a quick survey of my hair I was really happy with the outcome.
And then I turned on the lamp.
The baby lamp sitting on our sink brought in enough light for me to see the huge chunk of hair that had escaped the dye and the inch long sections of hair around my head that also avoided coloring.
FAIL#1.
When Erin got home she touched it up, but I only have pictures of the before with my head titled so you can't tell.
What do you think? (No comments about my facial expression, puh-lease)
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