So I used to be a black haired Irish girl with some token French thrown in. Two hours and millions of dollars later and I'm now a semi-redhead with some golden highlights. Ack! Who am I?
I can't show you any pictures yet. I don't want to take any.
I'm still in shock.
My hair colorist looked like a mad scientist as she wildly mixed up hair color and highlight color and some sort of temporary (ha!) wash to put the red in. She had a gleam in her eye and a fixed expression on her face as she attacked my hair.
She was on a mission and that mission was to change me. Ack.
She told me it looked great. She told me that several times. I think she kept saying it so I would stop looking at myself like a deer in headlights. She wanted me to get up from the chair and go home.
But how would they know me? I'm not me anymore. Ack.