Hair Woes

My hair was getting long and the highlights had grown out and so I decided to get it cut. And the cut was awful.  I don't think Colombians know how to cut thin, fine, short hair.   I showed the lady these photos:

 

It's called like a French bob or like a long shaggy pixie cut.

So literally I showed her the photos above, saying I wanted the shaggy chin length hair with short bangs. And once again this is what I got:

So I trimmed the bangs myself.  Meanwhile I went somewhere else to get it highlighted (as seen in all the photos so far) and once again I HATED it. 

Seriously it was this weird grayie brown, not at all what I normally do. And it made me look so old!!! Ugh.  Like, the photos don't really show truly how bad it was.

So I cut my hair some more. Cried.  Went and had it highlighted again.  Panicked that my hair would be fried and left sooner than the guy thought I should (he was right) and then went and bought hair dye myself.  All in Spanish of course and dyed it/fried it myself.

This may have had the portrait filter on.  But either way, it was now ghostly white.

Sebastian was scared for me. 

Better than the one I paid for at this point.

But still more cutting. 

So success.  I actually really liked it at this point.  

You can't really see it in this photo, but this was just a week later.

And again can't really see, but kind of.

Me trying on clothes I really wanted to buy, but didn't.

I probably cut my hair again before this photo because it was a couple months later.  So yeah, this time it turned out okay and the rest of the time I was in Colombia, I just cut and dyed my own hair.  BUT it went downhill from here.  Definitely not a sustainable thing!!

This is me.  In fact, I may have put this on my blog before, I'm not sure.

I feel this to my soul.