The day after two dear friends saw it in person, and said,
"You have to go back to the colorist."
Hmm...and I only thought I needed to go back to a new stylist.
I washed it.
What a difference that made.
The crazy red streaks toned down considerably.
A week later I love it.
"Nothing that can't be fixed with another 8 weeks," to quote my stylist.
It's not lop-sided anymore.
The back is still a little goofy,
and the front is a little fringy and weird,
she'd have to cut more off to make that disappear.
I'll wait another 8 weeks and it will all be good.
Thanks Izzy for the pic,
and letting me borrow your spelling words.
As for the 8 weeks,
I have plenty of things to do.
There are always dishes.
Always stacks of paper.
And always a counter that needs to be cleared.