Primark coat, ASOS bird dress.
My mum told me that I look like Rebekah Brooks in this dress. Massive strops were had that (Christmas) day.
Incidentally, I know it looks like it but I don't actually have ginger hair*. For some unknown reason every editing tool known to man (except black and white, obvs) makes me look exceedingly ginger - I can only assume that my hair has overpoweringly red tones!
Speaking of red tones, I've decided to embrace them. Well, I've kind of decided to embrace them. I'm pondering on it. It a terrified, unsure way. I went for a trim today and mentioned it, offhand, to my hairdresser (who I've been going to for nine years) and she basically threatened to stab me with the scissors (because she knows how fickle/lazy I am when it comes to my hair). She also looked almost tearful at my announcement that I was planning on growing my hair longer, possibly because I already have to stand up when she cuts it and she's worried about future back problems. Poor Christine.
I'm unsure and I need guidance, guys. I sort of wish I'd done ombre before but it's just so overdone now that I don't fancy jumping on the bandwagon. Dip dying seems to be becoming the new ombre, and I can't quite get my head around reverse ombre, that looks like far too much effort. I've always fancied going red, but didn't because two of my friends had red hair for ages and we would have looked ridiculous together, so I dyed it purple instead. So. Thoughts? Dyed or natural?
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*P.S: Nothing wrong with being ginger. Some of the hottest people I know are ginger. Ginger = sexy. You sexy gingers. Also, why is ginger called ginger? It's not ginger. It's more blonde. It does taste nice in chicken noodles though. But I digress. But I'm in a starry thing, so I can digress as much as I like. Hurrah!