When I am a rich girl

Item no. 1 on my list of “Things I wont ever do on my own again once I become independently wealthy”?

DYING MY OWN HAIR:

This is not a good look.

Urg.

Can somebody please pass me a headband?

I recently announced to the world that I was thinking about dying my hair blond. This proclamation elicited a rather lack luster response, (with the outlier reactions ranging from completely agog, to shock and terror.)

Seeing as though I am giant chicken, this morning I completely reneged on this idea, and I re-dyed my hair 1.5 shades away from black.

(Does anyone really know what blackest brown even means?)

So thanks to L’Oreal, I’m back to my raven headed self.

And if I go outside, children will be afraid to touch me.

Ah well, I’m wearing a sundress, and eventually all this will be washed away.

(Especially the hair dye. In fact, I’m counting on it.)

Have a great, great weekend you beauty cats!