Well, blonde stripes. As soon as my Dad got off the plane he called me stripes. Gotta love his honesty. Anyways, I explained that I wanted a little lighter streaks that looked nateral. I got blonde, very blonde bold strips, which wasn't what I was looking for. I haven't dyed my hair in years so this whole blond stripy thing was a little much. I felt like one of those tacky, cheap looking ladies. . .you know, the ones who have the poofy hair, tight shorts and low shirts. Basically the want-to-be Californian Chicks. I didn't have the tight shorts and low shirts or the poofy hair. . .it I kept the blonde I might have drifted to the next level. . .maybe thats what happens when you live in Missouri too long. Anyways, I returned the blonde. I returned with my stripes, had some dark brown added, blended it all up and things are looking a little better. I'll give it a few days and see how I feel. I think I make sure I explain myself clearly, very clearly next time. Here are some blondy picutres. If you don't think it looks too bad, know that it looked much blonder and stripyer in real life and if you think it looked bad. . .well it did.
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