I saw this on my Facebook newsfeed and couldn't stop laughing. I recall girls bringing packets of new hair colors in every morning before basketball practice in middleschool. The process was significantly more sloppy than in the picture above. It involved heads stuffed under bathroom sinks, stained shirt collars, and empty easy mac containers full of kool-aid powder. I was never had my hair "dyed" out of fear of my mother but always wondered how grape would look on the tips of my ponytail.
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