In my quest to become a platinum blonde I threw caution to the wind and stripped my hair not only of its color, but also of its precious protein. I have learned a great deal through my journey, about myself, my hair, and self-control (and how I don't have even an ounce to speak of). I have managed to come close to my goal, becoming platinum blonde in places but also yellowish, and if left unwashed and untoned, a dreaded strawberry blonde.
I pride myself on knowing when to quit things (soccer, basketball, everything else) and this hair is one of them. When I wash it my hair feels like it's full of soap, even when it's not. It stretches inches beyond where it's actually grown like a rubber band and general creeps everyone out.
The only solution with such a disaster on my hands is to cut ties, literally and start anew. So, without further adieu (hah! anew, adieu, I'm so witty) some of the images I will show my ever patient and non-judgmental-to-my-face stylist on February the 6th:
The very similar but ever-so-slightly shorter
The ever-lovely Michelle Williams Pixie Carey Mulligan rendition
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Once the initial cut is made I'm hoping to transition to the styles these lovely ladies grew out.
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Wish me luck!
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