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The Feeds

Bad Hair Day

I colored my hair again. I can’t decide if I like it or not. I was tired of the roots being super dark, and the rest of it being an orangey/goldy/blondy color. Everyone kept saying it looked fine, but it was driving me crazy. So now the whole thing is fairly close to my natural color, with a few highlights. It’s not fully dry yet, so I’m attempting to reserve judgment. I have, however, decided that I won’t be going back to that particular stylist chick. I won’t say where she’s from, as I have nothing against the entire establishment, I just don’t think she was that great.

I came in and asked if there was time to get a full color and highlights. I was very open with coming back another time. She seemed hesitant, like she couldn’t do it, but didn’t want me to go elsewhere. I offered to make an appointment to see her some other time (in case she was worried about losing the commission). She said no, and that she’d be able to do it, even if she went a little past closing, but that I’d have to wait about 45 minutes, since she was in the middle of someone’s treatment. I tried one last time to schedule an appointment, and she practically refused to do it. I had a book with me, so I sat down to wait. Once she got me in the chair, she wasted no time. Or gentleness. My hair was tugged this way and that way and back and forth. She looked like she was trying to run a race. I halfheartedly joked about it, but she didn’t catch it. She didn’t fold the foil very tight either, so it started falling off into my eyes when I was under the heater. Fun stuff. She was busy trying to squeeze in a guy’s haircut while I was baking, so I ended up with dye all over my hands, while I was trying to keep it from getting it into my eyes. She didn’t even apologize. Just ushered me over to the sinks to quickly rinse my hair. Thankfully, she slowed down when she trimmed my hair. I was damn ready to walk out of there by that point. I did tip her, since she did squeeze me in, but it would have been a much better tip had my head not hurt from the abuse.

So now that my hair has had time to dry, I really think I like it. Of course, it’ll fade a bit over the next couple days, but tonight I like it. I’ll see if I can get a decent picture tomorrow and post it for ya.