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Friday, May 16, 2014
ANOTHER HAIR DISASTER!
In my lifetime, I’ve had major hair disasters. Once
I asked for a rinse to make my hair shine with red highlights because I was
going to a party wearing a new red chiffon dress. I came out with hair the
color of Raggedy Ann. And the hairdresser wouldn't redo my hair because she wanted to close up and go home. Humiliating---but I went to the party.
Another time, I tried to dye my hair blonde the day
before we were leaving on a trip to visit relatives. I didn’t really understand
the steps to going blonde and my hair turned out sort of orange-ish. Our young nephew told me he
loved my hair because it was the same color as Lassie’s. And it was.
And there was the time Darling Daughter 2 had me
color her hair while she was home for the weekend from university. I turned her
hair lavender instead of blond. Quick trip to a hairdresser rescued her. Still, I’m
forbidden from mentioning coloring her hair ever again. ☺
Darling Daughter 2 as a blonde
Which is not quite as bad as my friend Maxine who turned her hair green. She had to miss half a day of work while she used Palmolive Dishwashing Detergent to strip the color from her hair. Too bad it wasn't St. Patrick's Day. ☺
Not all of my efforts have turned out badly. For
about ten years I used Lady Clairol every weekend so my hair would have more
body and shine. I used Ash Blonde, which turned my dishwater blonde hair to dark
brown. Looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. Hero liked it. When I tired
of dying my hair each weekend, I asked a hairdresser to strip the color so I
could go natural. She informed me that was my natural color. Go figure. I
wonder how many Sunday mornings I’d arisen at four to color my hair before
church when it was already that color?
Me not knowing I'd become brunette
After the disaster with DD2's hair, I've given up the home hair color business. For the last fifteen years, I had the same
hairdresser. She knew precisely how I wanted my hair done. She did highlights
and lowlights to enhance nature. I loved the consistent outcome she achieved. But
then we moved from a rural area to an urban setting an hour away.
Hero and I had decided when we moved we’d switch as
many services as possible to our new neighborhood. You know a woman and her
hairdresser have a sacred relationship. For a few months, I drove the hour back
to our old town to have my hair done. That seemed silly, though, when a high
end salon is only four blocks away from our house.
One day, I desperately needed a cut, so I tried a
hairdresser in the nearby salon. She does a really nice haircut. By this time,
however, the enhancements were growing out. On my next visit, I asked for
highlights. She talked me into getting heavy highlights via a cap so that my
flimsy, thin hair would have more body. The result was very, very light blond (grayish)
with a line of brown around my face where the cap edge had been.
Me as a blonde
Oops. Hated it, but my hair had more body and stayed
styled much better than ever before. So, not a total loss.
As tactfully as possible at my next visit, I
expressed my reservations. My hairdresser said all we needed was to put in
lowlights, plus she’d cover up the brown framing my face. Okay, scheduled it
for the next appointment.
No-o-o-o-o, this result is not okay. Now my hair is auburn
leaning toward eggplant. Don’t misunderstand, I love those shades onotherpeople
but this is not what I envisioned for myself.
I want my old hair back, please!
For once, I hope my hair grows rapidly. Unfortunately,
nothing grows as slowly as a disastrous hairdo.
Have you ever had a hair disaster?
Thanks for stopping by!
Raggedy Ann and Lassie photos from Google Creative Commons