I have this thing. It’s called I-don’t-know-what-I-want-to-look-like coupled with I-love-every-look. This is how every year around midsummer goes.
Hmmm. I’m here bleaching. Maybe I should do more. Okay maybe a little more. Okay a lot more.
I’m blonde. I love it!
Hmmm. I bet henna would look amazing on this blonde hair!
I’m red. I love it! I bet I would love MORE HENNA.
I’m orange. I’m so tired of it!
Hmmm. I’ll just die it dark now!
hmmm…How about black?
My hair is fried.
I cut it. (butcher more like).
I hate it!
So now I have my hair up and will let it grow out. Beau has made me promise not to do anything to it and just let it be natural for a while. He loves it just the way it is.