blonde bombshell

I used to be a hair dye whore.  Really, I was.  I've been dying my hair since I was eleven, and I've been just about every colour.  Three years ago, though, I stopped dying my hair.  It grew out, and for the past two years I've had my natural hair colour.  On good days I like it, on bad days it's "mouse".

Lately, though, I've had the urge to dye it again.  So I booked an appointment with my hairdresser (who's also become a friend).  At the last minute, though, I started having anxiety about during my hair!  Me.  The girl who would change it up so often people never knew what I'd look like from one month to the next!  My hair colour really is nice, though, and suits my complexion.  Did I really want to change it??

I ended up going for it.  And while I do love it, I think next time I'll go for something with more of a honey-tone.  Or maybe I'll just grow it out again.....

{my hairdresser works from home}

{my companion "Princess"}

{blonde!!}

{my friend G and I later in the day}