In March I tried to add some black to my hair - and I didn't really like it. Besides, I was playing with the thought of letting my hair grow a bit.. but nonono. I had the idea my hair might look nice in a messy rocker-like shoulder-length hairdo. But isn't it amazing how we forget our suffering and remember only the good moments? But pretty soon my hair reminded me how vicious it can be if I let it grow a bit longer. As punishment I had a bad hair month. Now I'm back to my best again - bright red short messy hair.
And believe me, my hair IS bright red, even if the photo says different. On Instagram in was even worse))