Getting My Hair Did.





Yeah. I was worried I was going to be ginger for a hot second there too. Phew.

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  1. Ian Lidster16 August 2010 at 13:53

    Cute cut.

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  2. Calum Karczewski22 August 2010 at 10:54

    I don't do gingers, unless they are fit (and boys).

    I'm taking you to the god damn salon woman and we'll get this all straightened out! Don't you worry, I'll hold your hand the whole time.

    Everything is going to be okay Laura, I promise.!

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  3. Laura Jane Williams14 September 2010 at 13:33

    Ian- No! It is just all bunched up while the colour sets! You man, you.

    CK- I'm not ginger! But close call, huh?

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