In my birthday post a couple weeks ago I failed to mention something. It was intentionally left out. Now that things have been put to rights, I am ready to share my story.
I have been going to the same salon for about 4 years. I really like these ladies. They are about my age, their kids are similar in age to mine, and they have hair like I do. They have been in business together for about 20 years, and I admire their success and longevity. I have always been happy with their services. About a year ago they put highlights in and did some spot color to help me cover the grays. I hate those grays and in the end, pulling them out was only going to make me bald. So, I decided to let them do a little color. It looked great and grew out very naturally.
A few days before my birthday this year I decided that I wanted to go have that done again. I wanted to spend a few hours at the salon, relax, and come out looking fabulous. I called up and made the appointment for 11am. That would give us plenty of time to enjoy our breakfast celebration, and I would be home by early afternoon.
Arriving right on time, I was in the chair and on my way to looking great. I told her what I wanted, a trim and the same hair color as last time, subtle highlights with a deep reddish hue, no blond. A couple of hours later I was sitting with my head in the sink, trying to relax. My neck was killing me. The chair was too low or something. I squirmed and struggled, trying to get comfortable. I don't know why I was sitting in that chair, with my head in the sink for all that time. It was at least half an hour. Usually don't you sit with your hair under the hood, or just in the regular chair while the chemicals do their stuff?? I don't know, but I was in the chair, with my head hanging backwards and my neck killing me for way too long. I think she forgot I was there.
The noise of my struggling brought me back to her attention, and she was quickly over to me rinsing my hair and applying some other smelly goo. I then had the special treat of sitting in that chair with my head hanging and my neck tweaked even longer. I said something and she produced another towel to put between my head and the edge of the sink.
Around 2pm I am sitting in the normal chair, and she is cutting my hair. After a few minutes I realize that I am facing away from the mirror, and haven't seen my hair since the color process. As she is cutting, one of her friends arrives at the salon and comes over to chat. Apparently she is the next appointment and is on a tight schedule between picking up children from school. Yes, it is now the time of day when schools are letting out.
They are concerned about their friend that is also a stylist and owner at that salon. She fell and hurt herself the night before and cannot move her right hand. It is totally numb. The story of the previous night begins to unfold.
The 3 of them, all in their 40's, and now single, went out partying the night before. My birthday was on Friday, so they were out livin it up on a Thursday night. The one that hurt herself, was wearing a super short, skirt and very high heels. She was dancing and some man tried to kiss her legs. Her skirt was so tight that lifting her leg up caused her to slip and fall. The ladies were concerned for their friend, but laughed and laughed about the crazy man trying to kiss her legs.
Apparently they had been to 4 or 5 different clubs, drinking and dancing. They were all dressed to kill and had all the free drinks they wanted. They made it home some where around 4am. All I could think was -
She was still drunk! Or at best, really, really hung over!! Holy Crap - a drunk lady just did my hair!
Somewhere towards the end of the drunken party story, she finished with my hair, and spun me around. I had been there for over 3 hours and this was the first I had seen of myself. There were large sections of nasty orange blond in my hair. Some near the front were small, narrow sections, and others, in the back were big chunks. The cut looked a little off too. It might have just been an optical illusion from the weird color - I'm not sure. She could tell that I wasn't pleased, (tears are a dead give away) and offered to color it again the following week if I couldn't get used to it. I wanted it fixed immediately, but I was late for a work appointment, and I had to get out of there.
Adding insult to injury, I paid for my torture and disfigurement, and left. My hair felt terrible, it was hard to run my fingers thorough and when I looked in the mirror I wanted to cry. Upon arriving home I immediately washed my hair, hoping that terrible straw-like feeling was not permanent. Thankfully, that was just product, and washed right out. Looking in the mirror I discovered a large chunk, with no color at all, dead center in the back of my head. Aghhhh!!!
After I finished screaming, I called the salon. I expressed just how unhappy I was, described the uncolored section on the back of my head, and asked what time she would be in the next morning. I was not going to get "used to" looking bad, and it needed fixed immediately.
The next day I was there and she recolored it with the requested deep red tones. I don't know what the heck she did, but it was really really red. I think she stripped my hair the day before and now the normal color that was usually subtle, was obnoxious. It was so much better than the blond, no color, that I felt much better, and considered it fixed. I thought I could get used to it now.
After a few days it started to fade. The large chunks and uneven distribution of the highlights still bothered me. It just wasn't done right. Sheesh - she was DRUNK, tired, hung over, and certainly not fit to be doing my hair! I talked to my pal Stacy that does hair. She said she could fix it.
I have been wearing my hair in a ponytail, and avoiding mirrors all week. It has been crazy week with getting Ryker off to school, and all the orientation events for families of new students. It has been such a fun week, but no time to go see Stacy for the fix. Stacy has a busy life and our schedules didn't jive.
Yesterday I went to Target. While trying on a shirt, I saw the back of my head in those crazy mirrors they have let you see yourself from all angles. Aghhh! It looked horrible! All those random sized and placed chunks of color, and worst of all - that spot, in the center of the back of my head, with no color, was back! It still had a faint reddish tint, but it was fading fast, and looking BAD! I didn't buy the shirt, I just wanted the heck away from those mirrors!
Last night Stacy fixed my hair, and I am so happy! It is all one color again, nice and dark, and normal looking. I am now able to walk by a mirror and not cringe.
There is an important lesson here. No matter how well you think you know your hair stylist, DON'T let them do your hair the morning after an all night drinking party. When you arrive at the salon, right off, ask what did you do last night?, how much sleep did you have? are you well rested? in pain? upset about anything? drunk? hungover? If they answer "yes" to any of these - RUN AWAY!!!!
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