Happy December! Last weekend my best friend Nicholas came over for a chemical party. He's a hair virgin, meaning his hair hasn't been through nearly enough torture. Bleaching hair is one of my favorite things to do; I've been blonde more times than I have fingers, but I'm maintaining brunette for a while now until my hair mellows out and gets healthy again. I get sick of having hay-hair, even if it does look amazing during the winter. Anyway, it looks perfect on him, and we only had to do two rounds of torture. I am a little jealous; I miss having white hair draped over knitted scarfs.
And a little tattoo love before I have it covered up with something else.