It's every girl's worst nightmare... putting our hair in someone else' hands, and having them screw up on it. Unfortunately, it seems to be some right of passage into womanhood or something. I don't know. Because it HAS to happen to everyone at some point or another in their lives. Whether it has to do with coloring it, cutting it, or even fixing it wrong, you'd be lying if you said everyone who touched your hair did a good job on it. LYING. That's right, I can see right through them. But it's even worse when you're the one who messed up your beautiful tresses, and there's nobody to point the finger at but you. I've done this too. To me, someone cutting your hair too short, or cutting it unevenly is easily fixed because hair grows back. I've been pretty open to trying new haircut ideas, and I haven't hated the new short do's I've been sporting. However, it drives me up a wall when the color does not turn out at all how you wanted it to. Or the hairstylist does exactly what SHE wants to do. Because guess what? That's 50+ dollars I just paid for something I didn't want. And who likes that? Nobody.
In the past year or so, I've had lots of different hair colors. I've been brunette, I've been blonde, and I've even put some red in there! The girl who made me blonde did an excellent job! It looked so natural, and my hair didn't look damaged at all. And that's because it wasn't. But I made a wrong move after that. My roots were growing in pretty bad, and I needed them touched up. The girl who originally did my hair was 25 minutes away and I didn't have a vehicle, so I went to someone closer. I went to this chick named "Elsha." I should have known by looking at her hair that I was in trouble, but I ignored my better judgement and went with it. I told her I just needed the roots done, and that was it. But what did she do? After all the dye was washed out and I could look at my mane again, I wanted to slap her. Hard. She turned me bleach blonde, annnd I looked like a skank. I mean don't get me wrong, some girls can pull off bleach blonde hair just fine, but not me. Process #1. So I tell her it's bad looking, and I need to put some darker blonde or even light brown in there to fix it. She does so, and after that dye is washed out, my hair is blowdryed and I can see the color, I am now the youngest grandmother in the world. Yes, she has turned my hair grey. My anger level? Rising. Process #2. I'm so fed up that I just tell her to dye it brown, which she does because walking around with brown hair is better than walking around with grey hair. Process #3. I still sit here thinking, did she even go to hair school? Did she even listen to me when I said I JUST needed my roots done? And it still eats me up inside because guess what, when your hair has been processed that many times in 6 months, it gets a little angry with you. And mine was processed that many times in one night. It was brittle, it was dry, and I felt ugly. Though this happened 5 months ago, I'm still reaping the benefits of going to a retard stylist. I like the color now because I got that fixed, and I trimmed it just yesterday because it was finally long enough for that, but the texture is not the texture that grows out of my head. It doesn't look bad, and having it trimmed helped it a lot. So in growing my hair out (which is what I'm doing) I've decided that I'm not coloring my hair for a while. I don't care about roots, my hair wants a break, and that is what I'm giving it.
So I guess the point of this blog was for you women to read, and feel better about yourselves. :)
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