RED!

I should warn that whoever reads this that I am actually a racist. A big huge racist. Not towards any race actually, but towards GINGERS... yes, red heads. Okay, I should also clarify that I dont really hate red heads, I hate MY hair red, just mine. Emma Stone, she is a babe, and a red head. My nephew, Javen is a red head and I love him to the moon and back. My own hair red is always a terrible, horrible thing...

So unless you have known me for quite some time you would be quite surprised to know that my hair is actually really really blonde. I grew up with blonde hair and just in the last few years have I been coloring it dark. I hate my hair blonde...

During the summer I like it to be really dark, nearing black, but during the winter I like it lighter so that with my lighter skin I dont end up looking like a vampire. I have two jobs, one is Chrysalis. Its a company for adults with special needs. I love it! It is seriously the most rewarding thing ever. My other job is a licensed cosmetologist. For the past three years I have been working at a salon called the Tuscan Sun, and on Friday I packed up my supplies and brought them home with me since they just closed down.

That was a lot of rambling, here is the point of my story.... So, Friday afternoon I had ALL of my hair products just sitting in front of me at my house till I find the new salon I want to work at, begging to be used, and I caved. After trying a new color line I had purchased I rinsed my hair out to look in the mirror and saw red, copper, yuck!

Today, I finally made it over to the beauty supply store and am about to cover this gross mess up with a different brown. Yep, I made a whole post about my hair. Yes, this is a completely pointless post, some days thats what I need to do.

XO:
just ashlynn this time :)


                                                   Red hair. Don't care...