Bleaching Hair Twice In One Day Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

I’m giving myself whiplash. Within fifteen minutes, I am in black, comfortable leggings, fluffy hot pink socks and a black vest top underneath my favorite turquoise, off-the-shoulder jumper. My hair hangs loose down my back, still wet from the shower. I don’t blow dry my hair, that shit is bad for it and I never on the road have time for all that faffing and applying multiple products to safeguard it.

A high heel of the same color. I go to the bathroom, I take a relaxing shower. I need to start the day full steam ahead. I pass my body creams, do my makeup very calmly, in the same style as the day before. I dry my hair with the dryer, leaving it in the brush. Tomorrow I need to do a massage or reconstruction. I need to take very good care of it, after all almost every day I am in the salt water. "The noise of the cell phone call made me blur my mascara. I was just finishing my makeup.

"Aleena’s? Nice try. Why the hell would she be taking prenatals?" "Because she’s losing her hair, you idiot," I said, looking her dead in the eye. "Stress makes it fall out in clumps. Some TikTok doctor told her the folic acid and biotin in those things would fix it. She’s been popping them like candy because she’s terrified of going bald before she’s thirty." Vivian’s mouth hung open for a second. "That’s... that’s the most pathetic lie I’ve ever heard."

It’s not cheap either, and I get to wear it for just a day. I schedule my day— go for the fitting, go to work briefly, and then meet up with Georgia because we have plans to bleach our hair. It wouldn’t be bad to go blonde for the next two months, and if I’m a blonde on my wedding day, not bad too, but I hope it wears off before then. I get dressed, have breakfast, and leave the house as early as possible. I also have to go take a final look at what would be Jake and I’s home one last time to make sure everything is fixed and ready for us to move in, but I’d have to move that to tomorrow.

Addie was in tears and Edge was trying to console her. She got to work using a few tricks her mom had taught her. Finally, with all having to remove a few pieces of hair, she got it out. It really wasn't noticeable what little hair Addie lost. "Now when you go home, condition your hair, then shampoo it, then condition again. And I promise you won't even be able to tell it." Traci promised. "Thank you. I'm sorry Edge to have ruined your birthday." Addie whispered. "Baby you haven't ruined anything." He assured her.

“Meaning they’re gonna need more than three sessions? Because Isaac looked fine too.” “More sessions and more often. At least two a day. If they’re both already up and about, maybe we could do one session in a while and another one before sunset, because we cannot do it after nightfall.” I just nodded, shrugging again, and texted Brandon to ask if they were available for an early cleansing. He replied right away that yes, they had no problem. So I headed upstairs to take a shower and get ready, dragging Trisha along before my friend could even get what was going on.

"I want the Targaryen type of blond. You can do that for me right?" "Of course! There is nothing that I can't do," he said confidently. I lost the count of hours I've been sitting here. All I know is, Cholo bleached my black hair and then added a blonde base color. Soaked it in my hair for a few hours. Rinsed and applied some treatment. I yawned. My back is already hurting and I feel numb. I looked up at the clock hanging against the wall. It's past 6 in the evening. I've been in here since one o'clock. Six hours have passed already.

It was a few hours to the ball and I was getting myself ready. I’d decided I wanted to look totally different so I decided to dye my hair. I had ordered some products and following the instructions, I mixed them and applied them to my hair. I also watched an instructional video online. After about 20-25 minutes, I stood in front of the bathroom sink, my hair covered in a messy blob of bleach. As I rinsed out the bleach, I watched in horror as chunks of my hair fell out. I had been going for a subtle blonde, but it seemed I had gotten the mixture all wrong.

"You should try one sometime." She presented her middle finger to him. Would he ever learn that showering every day, often twice in one day, for no reason other than cleanliness wasn't always healthy? If she did that, her hair would revolt. Her skin would dry out. There would be pimples and God only knew what else. Her hair was one of the things she still had going for her, so she wasn't about to try his regimen. He leaned his forearm on the door. "Have you seen any places yet?"