I’m starting to think pink, y’all! Who are those two twins up there? It’s UNCANNY.
Every time I get my hair bleached, my colorist Aura Friedman begs me to let her pop my color cherry. Well…I did, and there is no re-virginizing after that shit! I’m obsesssssssssed. (She did that gorg job above).
My main bitch really works with your skin tone to give you the right color. Apparently I need cooler tones (even though I’m dying to become a Georgia peach).
So Aura did an amazing job, but that shit slips off my hair so fast which has forced me to experiment like an angsty, Midwestern, teen.
MANIC PANIC, y’all (in Cotton Candy Pink).
It is too easy. Buy some cheap ass conditioner, and mix in the color till you reach desired color. My desired hue is pastel pink, so just a little works. I’ve applied in on wet or dry hair. Same shit, different day. I leave it on for about an hour.
One rule: DON’T drink and dye. I did that last week, and looked like Run Lola Run (not a bad look, but not what I’m vibing for!)