Going back to my roots...

So I decided today that I needed to get my hair back to its natural color.  Although I was born with white/blonde hair it turned dirty blonde and then a sort of mousey brown in my late teens.  So in Moldova I have decided to attempt using a box of hair dye (with directions in Russian) to change my hair back to the color of my roots.  Because I cannot read Russian, I have enlisted the help of my host mom to help me dye my hair. So apparently, I thought my host mom was going to help me dye my hair but she didn’t know how.  So she got right on the phone and called up her daughter’s friend to come help.  I had no idea what was going on other than the fact that someone was coming and she was going to dye my hair.  Miscommunications sometimes turn out okay.  I think this one worked out for the better.


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