Sunday night, I bleached my blonde hair. Yes, I do it myself. It's regular ritual; every six weeks, I touch up my roots, tone, rinse and trim my hair. After spending a long time studying blogs and YouTube videos, along with a little trial and error of products from Sally's Beauty Supply, I figured out how to make my hair the surfer blonde color I wanted. And I must say, it looks quite pretty.
But not too terribly long ago, I went to salons to have my hair professionally colored. Out of all my salon experiences in my life, including everything from highlights to hair trims, I have way more bad ones than good ones. Let me give you a few scenarios of hair-y situations I've been in:
Me: I just want a trim.
Hairstylist: How many inches, 2?
Me: A trim.
Hairstylist: Ah ok.
(Clip, clip, CLIP)
Me: That looks like a lot of hair you've cut off. I just wanted a trim.
Hairstylist: It looks great. Don't worry!
Me walking out of the salon:
That's happened more than once. What about "just a trim" screams cut all my hair off?
Or let's visit this scenario:
Me: I want to do something different with my hair.
Hairstylist: Let's do bangs!
Me: Uh, no. I don't have the forehead for bangs. Never have. Hate them.
In today's post, I want to take you all on a trip down memory lane to my worst hair experience ever. The one that made me absolutely, without a doubt believe and know that I should always do my own hair. This is the story of My Worst Hair Experience EVER.
After an Ulta was built not too far away from my work, I decided to start getting my hair done in the salon. If you know anything about Ulta stores, they usually promote coupons with deals like "$25 first haircut!" "$25 haircut, highlights and style!" for new customers. Of course, that enticed me. After I had my hair done there a few times, my hairdresser, who I will call Fred, posed this question to me:
Fred: I think I can get your hair all one color and make it really pretty.
Me: Like how?
Fred: Well, you know how you want your hair light? I think I can make it all light and natural looking. I'll need to put some permanent color in it, though. This will be a fun experiment!
Me: Experiment? Umm.
Fred: TRUST me.
And so, I did. I totally did. Stupid, stupid, stupid vain me. You see, I was born blonde, but over the years, my hair had begin to darken to this mousey looking dishwater blonde I hated. I very much envied the bleach blonde actresses who graced the covers of magazines and wanted my hair the same. So, here was my chance. My hair was gonna be awesome.
While I was waiting for him to wash out the product, I noticed my head itched bad. REALLY bad.
Me: I think my hair is burning.
Fred: Nonsense, you're fine, quit being a baby.
I sucked it up and waited. And then, after a quick wash, it was time for the reveal, and this is what I saw in the mirror:
I looked like Storm from X Men. No shit.
I felt the hot tears rolling down my face.
Fred: What? You hate it? Are you kidding me?
By this time, full on tears are pouring down. It was bad. So very, very bad. I went to the bathroom to clean up my face, and when I returned another salon employee saw my hair and made this face:
Insert more tears.
As a matter of fact, picture me crying for nearly four more hours in the hairstylist's chair while he attempted to fix the mess.
What did he do to fix it you ask? He put dark brown hair dye in my hair. He called it "textured blonde." I had chunky brown pieces all throughout my hair. It was horrible. I looked like a striped tiger. It took me years to reverse what he did to my hair.
And the punchline of it all? He expected me to pay the salon $243.00 for all he did. No one cared. The manager of the salon, the manager of the store - nope, no one.
It was one of the worst experiences of my life. Surprisingly, I still shop at Ulta, but I can guarantee you, I will never, ever, EVER use an Ulta Salon again, nor would I recommend you or anyone else to do the same.
Have you ever had any bad hair salon experiences? Let me know in the comments!
Being a blonde is high maintenance, but it is all good, I am,