Last summer, like every other girl in the world, I ombre'd my hair. I loved the result, as a natural brunette (with some slightly, ahem, reddish undertones) it was the first time I'd been anything lighter than chocolate. Blonde was fun, different...and horribly addictive. By Christmas, my incessant 'just a bit lighter' had left me with hair resembling straw, not silk. So, reluctanly I dyed it dark again in a bid to undo some of the damage. It's worked...and so typically I can't wait to do it all over again.
Source - theyallhateus, thekillingmoon, and some unknown oldies (sorry!)
Now where's the bleach?