How I Ended Up With Blonde Hair

Right around Christmas, it suddenly struck me that I would look great with light brown hair. Not blonde, mind you, but a very light brown. I became fascinated with the idea, and when we went on our Christmas vacation and my mom went to buy her hair dye, I asked her if I could get some, too.

At the time, I looked like this:

After the first box of hair dye, my hair was about one barely-noticeable shade lighter and the roots where my original hair color (brown) had been growing out from my last dye attempt (reddish brown) were lighter than the rest of the hair.

This was not good enough, and I felt ridiculous with the somewhat-lighter stripe in my hair. I get a little crazy in the winter, so I decided to buy bleach blonde. I didn't want bleach blonde hair, but I figured that since the last box had worked hardly at all, this box would get me exactly where I wanted to be. Wrong!

I ended up with yellow and orange tiger stripes on top of brown.

Plus, the harsh chemicals and cold weather frazzled my already-frizzy hair, so when I brushed it, I got this:

I sent this picture to my fairy godmother, Karissa, and got the response, "Do you want me to kill you now or later?"

So for the rest of the trip, I went around like this:

Luckily, I do have that fairy godmother I mentioned, and when we got home she came and did her best to fix my hair. It's still yellow and orange, but now there are no more stripes! Soon I can dye it back to brown. And that's how I ended up with blonde hair!

And now, here are some pictures of the lovely mountains of Georgia with an after-rain mist hanging in the air. The last one has ice in it! (I'm from Florida, what can I say?) These were taken on my phone so excuse the quality.