Crazy Hair , always.

A foreign peroxide concoction from the pound shop, a tinting brush clearly missing bristles and a hole in my gloves were the warning signs my 15 year old self should have listened too. My first hairdye experience went horribly wrong, lustrous cherry red tresses shimmering in my minds eye was the catalyst for a series of unfortunate bleaching incidents. First time, i never reached the red i longed for, instead i ended up with a multi colour miss matched bright copper mop of bleach broken hair.     
    Shadily trawling the shelves of superdrug for box dyes, hoping to not bring attention to my chemical calamity, i came up short with a solution and pegged it to Afflecks palace as a last resort. I found salvation in a tub of Fire Red Crazy Colour and thus my obsession with crazy hair colours was ignited.