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it's possible i don't know when to stop

i was going to call this post "oops, i did it again", but i figured that would imply i did something by accident, which isn't the case at all. i have taken my locks to the next level- of lightness- and it's actually really difficult to dye your hair by accident.

once again, this involved using both a stripping agent to remove some of the old dye and a new colour and, once again, the result is a sort of ombre effect, although i find it much softer and, of course, lighter than it was before.

annoyingly, although i was careful to time everything so that the dark parts and the new growth got more time to know the dye than the bits in the middle, the colour still didn't lighten my roots a lot. so now i'm going to have little pinstripes of hair at the base when my natural colour starts to grow in. again.

shockingly, after its second double-process in a little over a month, my hair is really incredibly soft. yes, i was careful to condition it a lot after the dye job and yes i applied argan oil afterward, but i'm still kind of surprised.

from here on in, i'm done with strippers. in the hair sense. no guarantees on anything else. i do plan to eventually be blonde again, but i'm content to move gradually and see all the shades in between.

bottom line :: still a redhead, but definitely a few shades lighter than i was.



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