June 10th, 2007 by Jennine

Working in a salon was not good for my hair. My thought process was “Why go a little blond when you can have it all?” So I went blond in a big way. Every few weeks I would just get a little touch up with bleach and then I was all good again. The salon, however, has become very busy in the past few months which makes it difficult for a mere employee to get an appointment.

Because I never seem to be at a loss for putting myself in precarious
positions, I decided that before going to church in the morning, I would just touch up my roots myself.

I HAD to!

Nothing says Trailer Park Queen like platinum hair with dark roots. Since today was my last day at the salon, I purchased the necessary chemicals to maintain my lovely locks and went on my merry way.

“You’ve seen them do it a hundred times. It will be a piece of cake!” I
assured myself. “Just mix the bleach and developer, apply to the roots and in the last 15 minutes, apply the remaining mixture on the already bleached hair.”

I mixed with confidence. I added the necessary blue pigment which prevents too much goldness and I applied with confidence.

Forty-five minutes later I rinsed and with God as my witness, this is how it turned out:

Yeah.

I’m smurfalicious.

Here I was trying to avoid looking like a Trailer Park Queen and ended up looking like a circus freak.

My face is so red, my hair so blue

If I wasn’t so tired

I’d cut it off in a crew.