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: