On Saturday when I screwed up my hair and was going through the various stages of panic [OMG! what can I do to fix this? A trip to the beauty supply store? What will I get? What if it screws it up even more? Maybe one of my friends can come over and help me. But they don't know much about hair color - not any more than I do. OMG. What am I going to do?!?!], it dawned on me that my neighbor across the street is a hairdresser. She even has a personalized license plate that says “HAIRDOC” or something similar on it. I figured with a license plate like that, she’s got to be serious about her craft. Or something. So I called her up and said, “Help!!!”
Nice lady that the neighbor is, she dropped everything and ran over to see it and give me her opinion. We worked out a plan for me to call her the next day after I had shampooed it a few times and figured out if it was truly something I couldn’t live with. The time got away from me on Sunday, and I noticed she had company the entire day, so I didn’t call. Which meant I spent Monday freaking out about going to work looking like a goth chick (not that there’s anything wrong with that. heh) and getting upset when a coworker said, “Ame!!! Dude! Your hair is WAY.TOO.DARK.” I told you guys it looked worse in person.
As soon as I got home on Monday, I called the neighbor and we did a few back and forth phone calls before she called and asked if I would be okay going into her shop to get it fixed. We would have the place to ourselves and her boss was okay with it. Um, are you kidding me? Why would I have a problem with going to a fully stocked professional salon where all of the right equipment and supplies would be at our fingertips as opposed to hanging out in your bathroom or kitchen hoping everything turns out okay? So yeah, we were off to her salon with her adult daughter along for the fun (and a haircut). My hair turned an awesome shade of orangey-yellow before she put the corrective color on – that was scary. I now have medium/dark reddish brown hair. It’s not the exact color I wanted it to be, but it is much, much, much better than the black.
Unfortunately, no pics yet. I ran out of batteries for the digital camera and didn’t replace them until this afternoon… and I got rained on at lunch time, so tomorrow I should have pictures. So basically you just read this really long post that could have been summed up by me saying, “Hey, I got my hair fixed by my neighbor. Pictures tomorrow”, and you didn’t even get any pictures for reading all of it, either! Shame on me. But, thanks for reading. :-)
Wow, how lucky of you to have a nice hairdresser neighbor! I hope you are happier with your hair now :)
I am, I am! :-)
I did that once too. It was goth black. I’ll see if I can round up a pic and send it to you. It actually looks as bad in the pic as it did IRL. lol. Since I fried my hair, I was stuck with it till it grew out. Then I had to have my hair bleached and then stripped and then dyed as close to my natural color as possible. It was bad. :)