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Look at the length, look at the colour. Its gone from short and purple, to unruly and red! With more then a hint of grey. I'm not that vain but oh what a pain. To have 3 months of bad hair days. Counting down to a colour and re style Will it be pink will it be blue? Should I have highlights or low lights? I can't decide its getting so near. Hubby said I'll give you a trim, Hand me the scissors, I'll use the sheers. No fear I wait till the hair dressers open I'm to vain to look like a goat a sheep or a deer.
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
Hair
Look at the length, look at the colour. Its gone from short and purple, to unruly and red! With more then a hint of grey. I'm not that vain but oh what a pain. To have 3 months of bad hair days. Counting down to a colour and re style Will it be pink will it be blue? Should I have highlights or low lights? I can't decide its getting so near. Hubby said I'll give you a trim, Hand me the scissors, I'll use the sheers. No fear I wait till the hair dressers open I'm to vain to look like a goat a sheep or a deer.
waiting for hair colour and cut
michelle-cronin
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57/F/United Kingdom
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
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