Always as claimed. I love the red dogs (I used to wonder about the beautiful red-haired dog hair, and now also I have - admittedly at the in-laws, but firmly deal with Rudy przypadliśmy to the heart), ginger cats (one day I will have for sure), red hair - in humans and puppets. I like brown paint that glisten in the sun with beautiful reddish reflaksami.
But that woman is, so I decided to go crazy. I have red hair - no copper, no chestnut, mahogany is not. Just rude, just rude, like a fox skin in the summer - as she sang Maria Koterbska.
And for years that dye their hair the same, with good results, So now either going to freak red head pamper yourself. Because the color of my hair was brown, so I bought at the beginning of a brightener-dekoloryzator. It worked well, hair is not burnt, bleached to the color wyliniałej squirrels - that is the assumption. Let your hair odzipnąć week, then on Saturday morning, imposed by promising a paint called flaming spark. Smiling lady on the package was excited by a wonderful color of hair - a beautiful, saturated and fiery. From the serenity of the face, full of hope, and washed the paint .... I looked in the mirror. That's what I saw, more than my wildest expectations.
dying their hair the same for many years - as I wrote. But the first time I managed to do something on his head, which led me to decide to zabarykadowaniu at home and not to leave him until I could put the next color. In the skin, about one third of the length of hair, I had a strange color, which is a mix of carrots and tomatoes as strongly oczojebnej. Similar color graced my back of the head. Circle the right ear and temple hair in general is not caught paint. The rest was for this wonderful - beautiful, saturated rudością bronze.
As a typical woman roared themselves healthy. Spouse, probably driven by self-preservation, he looked at me and said 'baby do not cry, you look very nice. "Well, that was already far too much. Ślubnemu sent the pair jobów, pojechania refused to in-laws for dinner. I was at home, chlipiąc miserably. and devising a plan, what to do - on Sunday we go on a christening. And here is a tragedy on its head, the beret is too warm, do not have a hat, a striking turban does not fit into already przyszykowanej creation. No word of despair in the box. Ore. Fortunately, in-laws
was just my aunt - a seasoned in house dyeing hair. Dear woman called me (because, of course, wedding wypaplał that, treat yourself to the head of the most striking painting, flagged up and roar), to convince ye home, watched the disaster, and then told to go and buy paint in a warm medium brown color. I was already totally all the same, so my aunt took to the rescue. Once dried the hair on my head I had a beautiful, warm color of chocolate pralines. Perfectly equal and wonderful. The sun shines up beautifully ... the reddish:)
But that woman is, so I decided to go crazy. I have red hair - no copper, no chestnut, mahogany is not. Just rude, just rude, like a fox skin in the summer - as she sang Maria Koterbska.
And for years that dye their hair the same, with good results, So now either going to freak red head pamper yourself. Because the color of my hair was brown, so I bought at the beginning of a brightener-dekoloryzator. It worked well, hair is not burnt, bleached to the color wyliniałej squirrels - that is the assumption. Let your hair odzipnąć week, then on Saturday morning, imposed by promising a paint called flaming spark. Smiling lady on the package was excited by a wonderful color of hair - a beautiful, saturated and fiery. From the serenity of the face, full of hope, and washed the paint .... I looked in the mirror. That's what I saw, more than my wildest expectations.
dying their hair the same for many years - as I wrote. But the first time I managed to do something on his head, which led me to decide to zabarykadowaniu at home and not to leave him until I could put the next color. In the skin, about one third of the length of hair, I had a strange color, which is a mix of carrots and tomatoes as strongly oczojebnej. Similar color graced my back of the head. Circle the right ear and temple hair in general is not caught paint. The rest was for this wonderful - beautiful, saturated rudością bronze.
As a typical woman roared themselves healthy. Spouse, probably driven by self-preservation, he looked at me and said 'baby do not cry, you look very nice. "Well, that was already far too much. Ślubnemu sent the pair jobów, pojechania refused to in-laws for dinner. I was at home, chlipiąc miserably. and devising a plan, what to do - on Sunday we go on a christening. And here is a tragedy on its head, the beret is too warm, do not have a hat, a striking turban does not fit into already przyszykowanej creation. No word of despair in the box. Ore. Fortunately, in-laws
was just my aunt - a seasoned in house dyeing hair. Dear woman called me (because, of course, wedding wypaplał that, treat yourself to the head of the most striking painting, flagged up and roar), to convince ye home, watched the disaster, and then told to go and buy paint in a warm medium brown color. I was already totally all the same, so my aunt took to the rescue. Once dried the hair on my head I had a beautiful, warm color of chocolate pralines. Perfectly equal and wonderful. The sun shines up beautifully ... the reddish:)
clematis bloomed.
