Things you don't want to hear from your hairdress

So in a previous post I mentioned that I dyed my hair and it turned red. Then I mentioned that I went to the beauty salon to get it fixed. Let's just say it didn't go well. Here are some things I heard that you should never hear from your hair dresser:

"Huh"

This was the first thing I heard. It did not bode well.

"That's interesting."

What's interesting?  What?  WHAT???

"How did that happen?"

Crap. This does not build confidence.

"I...don't...understand..."

What the hell? What's going on?? What did she do??? Let me see!

"I'm going to call my boss"

Holy #$%^ What did she do??

Yeah, so what she did was turn my hair freaking black with blue ends!!! I flipped out. Seriously. Isn't she supposed to know what she's doing?

The head hairdresser came (she was out) and was very concerned. They had to do something to get the blue and black out. I don't know what they did, but after another hour of working on me, they got it to a dark brown. It does not look good on me. It was still crazy dry though. I could barely get a brush through it.

A few days later I had to go back for a deep conditioning treatment and now have to put oil into it every night to get it soft. It's much better now, but still dark brown. It does not look good on me. I was supposed to go back yesterday, but Han Solo and I were not feeling well, so I'm still rather goth looking. Crikey.

Chopping it off again

You may remember a few months ago when I had about 8 inches of my hair cut off. Well, while I was in the States, it was soooooo hot, I couldn't stand it and I chopped off even more. I've never had my hair this short since I was a child and my mom got tired of my crying when she brushed it. I like it, but it still feels weird. What do you think?

Ta-da! Meta-ME!

Okay, so I can join in on meta Monday (cause I love ‘em), I’m revealing my personal meta.

This is me around Jan.

And this is me after my haircut!  Ta-da!    I chopped about 8” of hair off (it looks longer because of all the layering).  I’m still getting used to it, but I’m really liking how quickly I can do my hair in the mornings. 

 

Thanks for stopping by.  What do you think?  Am I crazy?

Mom in High Heels: Red Hot Edition

So, here it is, the red hot edition! No, no, not these, though they are cute for Valentine's Day, no?




I'm talking about ME! You remember what I look like, right?
<-----------Look over there. See that hot blond mama? Oh, yeah, well now she's red hot. Check her out:

Rawr! Every now and then I get a bit crazy (a wild hare-or HAIR- if you will) and decide to do something different to my hair. My hair is ridiculously resilient and takes all sorts of abuse really well. Last Sunday I decided to change the color. I should mention that MOST of my family on my Dad's side of the family have red hair. Or in my Dad's case, used to have red hair that has either fallen out or gone gray (he swears that is my fault, but really, do I look like a trouble maker? Nevermind.). All my aunts and uncles save one (and I sometimes question his parentage) have (or had) red hair. Several of my cousins have red hair. I was born with red hair that stayed red until I was about 7 or 8 when it decided to turn a dark borning auburn that was only red in the sunlight, which we all know redheads should avoid like the plague. Around the age of 14 I started griping and moaning (rather loudly) about the boring color of my hair. I had great hair, but it was just so....blah. Unless I stood in the sun, which was almost never. My mom, tired of the griping, caved to my begging and pleading and let me color my hair. I went blond. I loved it. The maintenance was a beeyotch though because my hair grows crazy fast. I kept it up for years, alternating between a summer blond and a darker, winter blond. One year I decided to go red and went RED. Screaming at you red. I loved it. M, not so much. Said it made me look too German (we were living in Germany for the 1st time). They are really fond of screaming red hair over here. When we moved back to the US, I toned it down a bit. It wasn't clown red, so don't think I was looking like Bozo, but it was definately not a red you find in the States. I got bored with it though and eventually went back blond, though unless my stylists fought it, it was frequently a strawberry blond. To get it blond, they had to first make it a light brown and then highlight it blond because red is stubborn. Last week, I desperately needed my roots done and decided, hey, let's go red again. Not screaming red, but something like a normal red. I did this myself and I think it turned out great. It's actually almost the exact color my Dad's hair used to be. You know, before I started dating and it turned gray and all. Whatever. So, what do you think?
Indy loves it. He said it makes me look "Spicy." That's my boy!