Oh Great!!

I have hated my hair for a long time now. I like to change it a lot because I get bored and know that I'll have to stick to one colour one day, so I'm trying to try them all out.

And yesterday I decided with some help from mother Sev that it was the day for change.

The colour I was was like a very dark brown verging on black because previously I had red hair and it was the only colour I could go to get rid of the red tinge through my hair.

I absoloutley hated it when I first got it as black didn't suit me. But as it faded I got used to it and I settled. But it was time for change, I wanted shot.

So I went home and my mum had purchased this box stripper so we decided, what could go wrong? and went ahead and proceeded with the mission to give me beautiful new hair!

But of course, it was Friday the 13th, so a lot was about to go wrong! My mum, being the amazing but rather adamant soul she is, went in full speed ahead thinking she could take Lee Stafford on in the hair stakes and didn't read the instructions.

So a few half hours later, we washed the stripper out and lord had it worked! it took all the black colour out and a bit of the red colour I'd had before the big black out, which was fine, but, my roots were yellow, and no, I don't mean blonde, I mean YELLOW.

Now this was because my roots were my natural hair colour and the instructions tell you to wait half an hour before putting the stripper on the top half of your head.

But no, mummy Sev didn't do it that way, so my hair could pass as a flame with the different colours of yellow, orange and red that ran through it.

But hopefully, putting the box colour on it would change that and I'd have lovely hair still. But no, another half an hour later my roots where still an horrific shade of yellow.

Now, at this point, it's 11 o'clock at night. So, my mum and me with my multicoloured dream hair ended up in the 24 hour Asda searching through the box colours in the hope that this would finally give me amazing hair.

Suffice, it did not, and my dad looked like he was ready to cry at his mess of a daughter. And here is the mess of head..




But, the hair disaster was eventually sorted by an early morning trip to the professionals at the hairdressers.

So, the moral of the story?

a) don't let mummy sev anywhere near your head!

b) especially don't let her near it on Friday the 13th!

c) don't play with box colours and stripper!!


Listening to: La Rocca - Non Believer