Misadventures of a Gypsy in a Hair Salon ~ Part 2

As the oldest child in a family of 3, er well...3.2 (3 full blood siblings, 2 half siblings) I am all about being fair. The oldest often ends up with a lot of responsibility and sometimes for things the oldest has no control over. So I must be fair and blog part 2 of the hair salon saga. I know you all were on the edges of your seats wondering what was going to happen to my multicolored hair. (So maybe you weren't...it is okay.)

Sunday afternoon I receive a call from the stylist asking how my hair is going. My response "it is ok, but I still have a root problem." Stylist responds with "well, come back in and we will redo it. When is your next day off?" We talk and settle upon a Thursday am appointment time. I am left to wonder all week how this appointment will go and determine that it can't be any worse, right? Worst case scenario is that I have to pay someone else to fix it. (Which is what I would have to do without giving this stylist a redo.)

Thursday morning arrives and I get ready and head to the salon. I am less surprised at my surroundings and since it isn't a suer busy day for the salon ( like a Friday would be) there is less going on and I can observe. I notice my original observation that there isn't a styled person in the building is incorrect. I notice a nail tech and a hair stylist with cute hair and some fashion sense. These two were there on my original visit, but they were lost in the mass of clientel who did not looked styled. I even saw some clients walk in that had style themselves, not just elderly ladies coming in to get their hair washed and styled for the week. (Again, nothing wrong with that...it is just that given too many elderly ladies to style it could make your stylist forget you are well under the age of 50 and don't even begin to look your own age. I'm 27, I swear, ok? No, Katie is not the oldest, no I am not the youngest and yes I am quite sure that Maggie and I are not twins.) Sorry for my mini rant. Ok, so I notice more style and feel less overwhelmed with the entire place. The stylist takes one look at my hair and says something about the color washing out alot and it doesn't look good. The stylist explains that the first round of dye was a blond and a brunette color mixed so that it wasn't too dark and didn't startle me after being blonde. I tell the stylist that I am used to going from blonde to really dark so it would have been ok. The stylist goes off to mix the color, which is just going to be a brunette dye this time, and I sit and wait. The stylist applies the dye, I sit and bake under the dryer a little longer this time, and a little longer out of the dryer, and then we wash it off. Wow, HUGE difference already. No noticeable root line. We dry it and reevaluate. Nope still looks good. We head out into the sun to check how it looks there. On one side you can see a slight difference if you're being super duper picky. I think it is good. The stylist then finishes styling my hair. No bit swoop this time, no hairspray, no flipped out ends, which means I am left with a simple bob like look. Who knew? No Stepford wives look this time. Yay! I am given directions to do my hair the next two days and then evaluate the color. See how much has washed out and if we need to dye it one step darker or possibly add just a few highlights to mix up the stark root line.

It is two days later. My hair looks good. The dye didn't wash out. Yay! I didn't need a sedative this time. Much better experience.