I went to get my hair done today. I hate going to the salon because it’s always a 3-hour ordeal. I usually get highlights and since my hair is naturally red, it takes forever to process. So I get my hair done maybe twice a year. Today was that day.
Wow, it was hard to take that picture while driving. —-> Just kidding. Probably.
I asked for blonde chunky highlights with a black base. I didn’t want the very top of my hair highlighted because once the highlights start growing out, it’s not as noticable. I’ve done this before and it makes it especially easy for me neglect my hair for 7 months at a time.
When my stylist was done, the highlights weren’t chunky, so I can barely see them. And there were areas that should be black that she missed. I pointed the areas out and she asked if I wanted to come back in so she could fix them. Sitting in a salon for another 3 hours sounds worse than walking around with crappy hair right now. So she fixed some areas before I left and sent me home so I could rinse out the color myself.
Having tin foil in your hair is a pleasure when you’re sitting at a traffic light.
After I rinsed out my hair, I found all sorts of new spots that piss me off.
So I had my hair professionally done to look like I did the color myself. < —- Awesome.
I realize that picture isn’t bad but I have it styled so you can’t see any of the crappy areas and the highlights aren’t what asked for. My stylist left me a message. She wants me to come back in. Would you sit for another (possible) 3 hours to fix it?
Ok, I’m done bitching about my hair now. I should probably start being thankful for something since Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I guess you go to the same stylist for 10 years and eventually you get something you don’t like, right? So…I am thankful for the other times she did not screw up my hair.