You know, it's not proper for a woman who's almost 27 to pout, but that's what I'm doing. Pouting. I'm in serious pout mode. The only thing lacking is the stuck out lip.
This is what happens when my hair gets messed up.
I'm obsessive about being a redhead. I love my red hair. Adore it. I have my preferred color, which is Intense Red by L'Oreal (also known as 5R in the hair color used when I got it done at the salon). It's a really bright, almost pinkish red. It's loud. It's colorful. It suits my skin tone. It's me.
So one of my sister's dear friends, a stylist, and my sister decide they can get me salon strength hair color at cost so that I can have more lasting color. My sister, in all the time she's worked at a salon, has become quite adept at mixing hair color for the stylists. And she's watched them apply it (heck, I could apply it too - in fact I do to a degree). So the only hitch to me getting my hair colored with salon strength color was that my sister had to apply it. No problem. Heck, she did a great job applying it.
If only it was the right color. Grrrr.
I told them my color and the code. They know me and how bright I like my hair. Somehow they managed to get the wrong color. I read the box. When the description is "Medium Natural Red Brown", you can pretty much tell that's nowhere near Intense Red in all its pinkyness.
I've almost come to tears a few times. The color is decent. It's not completely at odds with my skin tone. My major problem is that it's nigh on impossible to get it to red again without stripping this color off my hair. Which means major hair damage again. I had gotten it light enough to dye it right, and then now it's back to too dark. It's just really upsetting. This is my hair, and I swear to god, if at any point my sister or Tara (the girl who bought the color) say they thought this color would be better, I'll kill them. Because this is my hair and my color, and you don't fuck with something someone likes unless they tell you to.
It's like they screwed with my identity. My one coworker that I don't get along with well in the work environment even pegged my issue with this hair color. To quote her "It's a nice color, but it's not your wild color, which suits your personality better."
This is what happens when my hair gets messed up.
I'm obsessive about being a redhead. I love my red hair. Adore it. I have my preferred color, which is Intense Red by L'Oreal (also known as 5R in the hair color used when I got it done at the salon). It's a really bright, almost pinkish red. It's loud. It's colorful. It suits my skin tone. It's me.
So one of my sister's dear friends, a stylist, and my sister decide they can get me salon strength hair color at cost so that I can have more lasting color. My sister, in all the time she's worked at a salon, has become quite adept at mixing hair color for the stylists. And she's watched them apply it (heck, I could apply it too - in fact I do to a degree). So the only hitch to me getting my hair colored with salon strength color was that my sister had to apply it. No problem. Heck, she did a great job applying it.
If only it was the right color. Grrrr.
I told them my color and the code. They know me and how bright I like my hair. Somehow they managed to get the wrong color. I read the box. When the description is "Medium Natural Red Brown", you can pretty much tell that's nowhere near Intense Red in all its pinkyness.
I've almost come to tears a few times. The color is decent. It's not completely at odds with my skin tone. My major problem is that it's nigh on impossible to get it to red again without stripping this color off my hair. Which means major hair damage again. I had gotten it light enough to dye it right, and then now it's back to too dark. It's just really upsetting. This is my hair, and I swear to god, if at any point my sister or Tara (the girl who bought the color) say they thought this color would be better, I'll kill them. Because this is my hair and my color, and you don't fuck with something someone likes unless they tell you to.
It's like they screwed with my identity. My one coworker that I don't get along with well in the work environment even pegged my issue with this hair color. To quote her "It's a nice color, but it's not your wild color, which suits your personality better."