My hair day was an epic fail.
I was truly SO excited for this appointment.
My hair stylist really is amazing.
In honor of Fall, I wanted to do something a little different.
Something that looked beautiful on others,
but was not right for me.
I wanted a ton of low lights.
I didn't notice how dark it would be until I got home dried it.
I leave with it wet every time because my hair is supa dupa thick.
She told me last night that it's the thickest hair she has ever worked with.
That shit cray.
After receiving exactly what I thought I wanted,
I spent the rest of the night crying.
How shallow, I know.
There are people with much bigger problems then the color of their hair.
But every time I look at it, I get upset all over again.
As much as I don't want to, I'm thinking about asking if
she has time this week to just throw a few more highlights in at the top.
Maybe that will make me feel better?