I dyed my hair two months ago.
Sadly, it's gone now (due to the fact that I was dying that I couldn't swim with it), and I'm a summery blonde brunette now.
I had been thinking about doing this for quite some time (remember this post when everyone called me crazy??). I had never been able to quite get it out of my head. I don't know exactly what clicked, but I did it. And heavens, it made me so nervous.
Maybe it was an act of rebellion before life got real,
or I was around high school kids too much,
or those old English ladies with purple washes rubbed off on me,
or it's just some good inspiration from Katy Perry.