Once upon a time, my hair was very, very sun-bleached from being outside in the California sun for many hours a day, many days a week, and many weeks a month, and many months a year. I had very sun-bleached hair. Case in point:
If you have heard me complain about my hair at all within the past month or so, then you know how much I hated the fact that I had acquired a blonde streak (and then some), and how much I hated the fact that my hair was getting lighter, and lighter, and lighter....
So then I got home and did something about it.
(Yes, very poor quality photo, but that's because it's from my webcam.) Soon I will have better quality pictures of me (I hope), but let it be known that I lovelovelove my hair. The end.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths