Disasters happen..

Hair disasters, that is. So far, in my eighteen short years on this fine planet, I've managed to escape major hair disasters. I've had the occasional bad haircut, but nothing that has had people running for the hills and laughing in the street. So I guess you could say I was long overdue a hair disaster.

And today my time was up! In an attempt to redye the ends of my hair copper, I have somehow dyed them bright orange! More orangutanchic than high fashion, let me tell you. And of course I dyed it just before I had to leave to meet some friends in town. Definitely not my day today! But you know what? Worse disasters have happened, I am sure. And so I am going to hold my head up high and rock the orange hair (namely, try and pretend it doesn't exist. If I can't see it, it's not there, right?) 

Word of warning to the wise: don't do this. Leave this kind of thing to the professionals, even if it leaves your bank account crying.

Share your hair disasters down below, and we can all have a good natter about how hair dye is something definitely best left to the professionals.