So, although I haven’t specifically written about it on here, last year my sister was diagnosed with bowel cancer, and she and I decided to do some fundraising.
As we thought she might lose her hair during chemo, I decided to let her live vicariously through my hair instead, so after raising nearly £1,000, I went off to see my lovely hairdresser (at Vente Tsunami in Headington, Oxford in case you’re interested – they are the best!).
Me and K ready to get started – I think she was more excited about it than I was!
Before shots…
Bleach going on…
Phase 1 – bleach completed…
Yeah, it’s so not my colour!
Now for the fun part! Colours going on!
As K put it, “I look like I’ve just murdered a smurf!”
Transformed! And I love it!
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