A Very Bad Hair Day

Sorry guys, this post is going to be incredibly self-indulgent and possibly even whiney….

Let me set it up for you: I haven’t been to a hair salon in an entire year.  Partly because it’s been a tough year for us, with my 9 year old and his extended illness.  The other part being that I am a terrible control freak and sitting in the chair of a stranger and putting my hair into their hands gives me more than a little anxiety.

My hair had been growing out and taking on it’s usual “bronde” color. It was looking pretty healthy but really needed a trim.  A comment from a loved one about me looking better as a blonde tipped me over into deciding I was going to go blonde again, along with cutting off a couple inches.

My Natural “Bronde”

Problem is, I don’t know where to go, because I never go!  So I looked at some reviews online and made an appt. to get in to a local salon that had good reviews.

What followed was a complete disaster.  The lady was obviously used to doing foils, not all over color like I wanted.  She did a horrendous job and after washing out the color…the “reveal” was bright orangish-yellow hair.  It was truly horrifyingly hideous.  Like the worst dye job you can imagine.  Like I could have done better with a $4 box kit in my bathroom, in the dark. 20180305_143252-1.jpg

I’m not a drama queen (ok, I usually keep it in check) but my eyes welled up with tears.  I was devastated.  I walked over to the front desk with still almost sopping wet (bright orange!) hair.  She looked apologetic but took no responsibility, just offered to blow dry it (like that would help!)  As I was loudly proclaiming that it looked terrible and on the verge of an emotional breakdown she told me she wouldn’t charge me as patrons nervously looked on.  I grabbed my stuff and ran out, sobbing.

I booked it over to another salon (through a blizzard, at that) with a hat on and eyes puffy from crying.

The new salon ladies (yep, they all pretty much converged to try to fix the disaster) ran copious amounts of two different toners through my hair to tone down the hideous orange.  It wasn’t just that.  The original stylist had put way more dye on my roots so that they were a day-glow yellow and my ends were much darker.  Like a reverse ombre from hell.  The end result was still no where near what I wanted but a million times better.  I also ordered a blue mask to get it back to an even more natural color and blue shampoo and conditioner.

End result, still a bit orangish but much better thankfully!

Moral of the story…don’t dye or do anything drastic on an impulse.  At the end of the day, it’s just hair, but still….  Do your research and if you find a good stylist, make her your best friend!  And God bless all you good hair colorists and stylists; like the ladies who worked hard to salvage my hair, you are worth your weight in gold!

Sometimes life hands us the proverbial lemons (or sickly-lemon colored hair!).  Go ahead and cry and throw a pity party.  But then pick yourself up, wipe away the tears, and get on to fixing it!


Author: SierraRose🥀Health

I'm a 31 year old married mom to three on a quest to become my happiest and healthiest self!

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