Momma's hair color was looking a bit dull and tired and old. I usually go to this place, but my schedule is ... complicated, at best. So, I bit the bullet, bought the box, mentally amped myself up, put on my husband's old black tee, and began.
Guess what? It doesn't smell like a toxic waste dump. When I (invariably) splattered some on my face, my neck, the sink, my arms, it wiped off quite easily. (I didn't say I was GOOD at coloring my hair.)
And the results? Sexy and vibrant and super duper shiny, y'all! Soft like buttah. I love it, because I endorse hotness.
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Pics, please!!! :)
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