A valuable lesson was learned this Labor Day weekend: Clairol Natural Instincts LIES!
Please learn from my mistakes and avoid wasting twenty valuable units of your life (not to mention months of snowballing self-esteem issues) pacing the haircolor aisle at CVS, holding your hair to the colored swatches on the boxes, to no avail. My hair did not come out a gentle "carmalized honey" as promised, but instead came out "Fraggle Hooker Pink".
Surprisingly, this result was not listed as one of the options on the box. Trust me, after I had the horrific Diff'rent Strokes detoweling experience, I checked the box repeatedly. It made no reference whatsoever to Run Lola Run.
I went supersonic on her over the phone, rapid-fire "meh"ing, so L thought I was exaggerating, but the look on B's face when he returned home from his Boys Weekend told me otherwise. An immediate return trip to the pharmacy followed, and resulted in a darker color, but at least one that might be found somewhere in (non-Jim Henson) nature.
If Timothy Leary's garden counts.
6 comments:
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but I don't know if making shorter is really the right answer boo boo
Hair dye is like a box of chocolates -- you never know what you're going to get, and chances are good you might not like it.
Trust me, I sympathize! I've also learned to continuously monitor the color as it is developing to make sure you aren't going to have to share a hole in the wall with a Gobo, Wembley, Boober, and a bunch of doozers.
I TOTALLY need to see this to believe it.
c'mon...post some pink hair pictures...
It's not pink anymore. It's more... maroon. Except in direct sunlight, then it's pink.
Pictures don't do it justice. I just appear vampirical.
but does the curtain match the drapes?
(god, that would be so much funnier if we weren't related)
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