September 04, 2005

Bad Hair Day/Week/Month/Life

I had been lamenting the status of my hair - my 'do was rather tired, and I was really bored with it. So, i made an appointment with my stylist, Aida, for this past Friday afternoon. Up until Friday morning, I wasn't REALLY sure what I would go for - the usual? Or something a bit different?

By appointment time, I had decided that I wanted to try to go back to my natural hair color (a sort of mousy-brown, I guess), and to even out the "layers" in my hair (I still don't frickin' know what "layers" are!). Aida LOVES giving me highlights, and is always telling me how gorgeous my hair looked after she does them. I guess it was a tad painful for her when I told her: "Okay, I wanna go back to base - back to my natural hair color. It's okay if some of the old highlights show through, but I want to go a little darker, overall. oh, and I'd like to even out the layers, because they aren't really working for me."

She shrugged and said, in her heavy Armenian accent, "Okay, I do what you like!"

Two hours later I walked out with hair the color of Jack White's - the color of Morticia Adams' - the color BLACK. Not totally black. There is a wee bit of brown peeking out in certain light, but Aida went WAY too dark, and I know she knew it. When she first took the towel off of my hair after having washed out the dye, I was a little frightened by the darkness of it. "Don't worry about that - it's really not that dark - just wet right now - you'll see."

But as she blew my hair dry, it wasn't lightening up... at all. I was going with it, though. The lighting is pretty bad in the salon, and I just hoped for the best. Before I left, Aida informed me that it would $70 for the new 'do. I went for my wallet to retrieve my credit card, and upon flashing it, Aida remarked, "Oh, we don't take credit cards." I guess this has changed since the last few times I had been there. I apologized for not having the cash or a check on me, and Aida graciously gave me her home address to send the check to.

I walked out, got into my MINI, and looked in the vanity mirror. Horror! It - was - not - any - lighter! I waited a full day, and washed my hair last night. And I washed it again last night. Guess what - it's still too dark! I am absolutely traumatized by it. You can check it out for yourself here. Note the grossed-out, annoyed look on my face. The look's a bit manufactured, I assure you, but that's just because my true look of horror is too horrifying to put out into the world. Especially with this absolutely horrid hairdo.


posted by julie at September 4, 2005 08:07 PM


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