She finally did it.
After months of umming and ahhing and apathy, Moo finally coloured her hair green.
Yes. You read right. Green.
Well apparently it is aqua… fuck that, it is GREEN.
Now don’t get me wrong. I LOVE the colour green. It is part of my blog colour scheme, my favourite Clinker and my favourite BAG and SHOES are that colour.
Just never thought that my child would match my shoes.
But there you go.
She went to the hairdresser to get chunks of hair bleached. She came home ORANGE. My girl is a natural dark blonde, but has – like her Mummy – dyed her hair dark dark brown.
Cause I am so fucking awesome, even the Emo’s are copying me.
So her roots were white, the ends because of the hair colour build up, were bright orange.
‘I’m a ‘ranga Mum!’
We mixed together the BRIGHT BLUE and YELLOW permanent hair dyes and once we found a shade she was happy with, we slapped it on her hair, wrapped her up in tin foil and hoped for the best.
I jumped on Twitter:
MPS reckoned it would turn brown.
Time was up and with trepidation we rinsed her hair. As she blow waved it I held my breath…
She was over the moon. Weird freaking Emos.
So now she has a new name. One that suits her perfectly.
Emo the Grouch.