for lunch, i had the mirror and stared at the black roots that are growing in tacky fashion.
i couldn't stand it and wanted to dye it all black (again) and while i was still contemplating...
mum pushed and so kindly and excitingly gave up a sachet of her magic black organic dye and went about dyeing my locks/roots.
the pack was so small, only the lucky 1/4 got a taste of it.
my hair still smell like a packet of ginseng today but all is well!
i have accidental "ombre".
