My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
Oh, glorious hair color. It’s mine, all mine! (Well, except for the last two or so inches of my hair — that is what’s left of the colored hair. But it’s not shown in this picture, so as far as I’m concerned IT DOES NOT COUNT.)
Back story: I have been coloring my hair at least once every six to eight weeks since a few months after my fifteenth birthday. I have been varying shades of brown, red, plum cherry/black cherry, black (it lasted for less than 24 hours), hot pink (faded from hot pink to orange to peach to butter yellow in two weeks time), and have had a variety of stripes and highlights.
My husband has always lamented his disappointment in never seeing my true hair color (this is where I ignore comments regarding him just being able to check the carpet if the drapes have been dyed), and so on July 1st, 2006, I put down the bottle of Loreal Feria.
Eighteen months, three weeks and two days later, after four or five hair cuts (I know, I don’t get my hair cut as often as I should. BAD JENN.), I have, with the exception of the last few inches, a full head of naturally colored hair.
You know what? I LOVE my natural hair color! So rich, so vibrant, so luscious.
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