Oh, hello. Cocktails this afternoon. Martinis, I think.
Before I start ranting about hair dye, how is it that Maggie’s fur is soooo much softer than Seamus’s? I wonder if she uses a different conditioner. I must research that I think.
Usually, if I need to get my hair done, I head down town to the Salon of Awesomeness. This place is a little oasis of heaven, right in the middle of the city. Everything is shiny and white and smiley and pretty. All the stylists are shiny and smiley and pretty. No one person handles more than one job. (I know!) So I get to see Ashley for my color, and Hannah for my style. There are assistants who bring you wine or coffee or water or snacks. Yes, wine. Even early in the morning! Seriously. Salon of Awesomeness.
However, as of late, my checking account has not been accommodating my need for Salon time. *sob* Finally, I broke down and bought a box of root-touch-up goop. The box said, and I may be paraphrasing here, “Guaranteed to match any color, no matter what brand!” It said it on the box, so it must be true, right? *snort*
I mix up the goop, brush it on to the 1 inch roots/gray, and am supposed to wait 10 minutes. I may or may not have gotten distracted by something shiny, and remembered the goop burning my skull 20 minutes (or so) later. So, yeah, it’s way darker than I anticipated, but the gray is gone. (Most likely due to them being burned from my head) (not really. I’m exaggerating) (sorta).
I used to be really good at self-dying. I would go to the beauty supply store and become my own little chemist. Mix a little of the white stuff with a little of the color stuff, shake, and you’re good to go. Although, there was the one time, years ago, when I dyed my hair 3 times in one weekend. I didn’t like the color it turned out, so I kept doing it over. FYI: so NOT a good idea. I’m sure I have mentioned before that I have very curly hair. After that, um, display of genius, my hair was toast. And straight. For a long time. Until it completely grew out again. So not pretty. *sigh* The things we do in the name of vanity.
I’m hoping that I will be able to visit the Salon of Awesomeness again next month. I miss Ashley and Hannah. I miss the shiny, smiley prettiness. I miss the free HUGE glass of wine.
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Lesley
While Mo has the bestest hair GUY ever…I have the bestest gal. And just like Mo, I, too, would sell her husband to get some good color work done. HEH.
BUT: While I get my color professionally done once a month, my hair grows SO FAST I have to cover my own grey roots at the two week mark. (They start showing on day nine. I AM SO SURE.) The Clairol Root Touch Up goop is MAGIC.
Mo
I learned some very hard lessons about dying my own hair. I have made my blonde hair green, orange and—my favorite—pink on occasion. (I didn’t mind the pink at the time though!) I ended up spending more money getting the screwed up color stripped out than if I had just had it done right in the first place.
Luckily, I have the Bestest Hair Guy EVER and have been going to him for about 9 years—and I think he’s only raised his prices on me once. Not that it matters because I’d sell my husband to get some good hair color if it came down to it. (just kidding as far as you know)
jessiebelle5
I have only ever dyed my own hair once. It came out so much darker than expected. I love love love going to my hairdressers.I have had the same one for 8 years nearly. I love going and gossiping with them..being pampered..drinking tea. I always have a fab time.
I have an appointment in 3 weeks and i cannot wait. My hairdresser Gill wants to cut my hair shorter. Not sure myself though!
That is what she wants to do. we shall see!
I have been short haired, long haired, blonde, brunette. I love changing styles up. May as well when you’re young right?! 🙂
tricia
Feel your pain! A few months ago I dyed my hair 4 times over a weekend (highlights then proceeding darkeners to cover bad job) hair was glued to my scalp and dryyyyyy no matter the conditioning. Why can men grow old gracefully and women hold onto youth with 2 fists and a leg lock? I love your bloggy goodness!