Hair. It's so important that they named a musical after it. It's like your own personal Picasso. It tells your personality, your style, and gives people a glimpse into that sexy soul of yours, that looks great when it's blowing in the wind, or has an industrial fan and a team of super stylists. But when hair goes bad. Shit hits the fan.
Blonde. I wanted to go blonde not bleach blonde or a brown blonde but like a sexy, sophisticated, hot champagne blonde. We'll instead of champagne sexy, I got Goldilocks without the locks. My hair looks like Goldilocks rebelled against her three bears and went to the beach swapping her locks for waves but keeping her golden color alive and kicking.
Ridiculous isn't it! I went to a salon to get my hair dyed professionally, since it was the first time I have ever dyed my hair in my life. So I wanted to do it right. I brought in two pictures, one with the color I wanted and one with the cut. We'll my "virgin hair" as my stylist called it. I kinda understand, since my hair's never been dyed before but wouldn't you think there would be a better phrase than that!
Virgin hair! Who came up with that phrase? And who wants their hair to be defined like that. Do women now have to worry about multiple parts of there bodies being virgins? What's next virgin calves? Is the new phrase I don't want to die with my calves still being virgins? My hair could have gone on dates. It could have had mass make out sessions in the back of it's boyfriends pick up truck. It could have run the bases. It could have spent every weekend doing it on top of all the new furniture in his apartment. You just don't know. But "virgin hair" let's not jump to conclusions. Under no pretense would I ever consider my hair to be a "virgin hair".
But let's get back to the problem. My Goldilocks minus the locks hair. Apparently the dye didn't hold like it should have so I had golden blonde roots and the tips of my hair were brown. Great. Now what? We'll add highlights that will make it more blonde. Ok, whatever, just fix it.
Three hours later, hungry, pretending to be happy, just to get out of this hell hole and now sporting golden hair with curling iron waves, I walk out.
Hair never really mattered to me until I got a bad dye job, I guess. I would never have guessed, how down right angry and upset I would be. I was vividly pissed. More than $100 in the hole and I wanting to look like a sexy sophisticated 21 year old with champagne hair, just had my "virgin hair" dyed to look like a rebelling Goldilocks. So yeah hair it's important. And I support anyone who needs to scream out the window while throwing there useless hair products at unsuspecting good hairdo looking people walking by. Because not everyone's day is going to be perfect. Look at the Goldilockses of this world! Is it really so much for them to want to throw John Frieda shampoo at anyone with a good hairdo? I don't think so.
Blonde. I wanted to go blonde not bleach blonde or a brown blonde but like a sexy, sophisticated, hot champagne blonde. We'll instead of champagne sexy, I got Goldilocks without the locks. My hair looks like Goldilocks rebelled against her three bears and went to the beach swapping her locks for waves but keeping her golden color alive and kicking.
Ridiculous isn't it! I went to a salon to get my hair dyed professionally, since it was the first time I have ever dyed my hair in my life. So I wanted to do it right. I brought in two pictures, one with the color I wanted and one with the cut. We'll my "virgin hair" as my stylist called it. I kinda understand, since my hair's never been dyed before but wouldn't you think there would be a better phrase than that!
Virgin hair! Who came up with that phrase? And who wants their hair to be defined like that. Do women now have to worry about multiple parts of there bodies being virgins? What's next virgin calves? Is the new phrase I don't want to die with my calves still being virgins? My hair could have gone on dates. It could have had mass make out sessions in the back of it's boyfriends pick up truck. It could have run the bases. It could have spent every weekend doing it on top of all the new furniture in his apartment. You just don't know. But "virgin hair" let's not jump to conclusions. Under no pretense would I ever consider my hair to be a "virgin hair".
But let's get back to the problem. My Goldilocks minus the locks hair. Apparently the dye didn't hold like it should have so I had golden blonde roots and the tips of my hair were brown. Great. Now what? We'll add highlights that will make it more blonde. Ok, whatever, just fix it.
Three hours later, hungry, pretending to be happy, just to get out of this hell hole and now sporting golden hair with curling iron waves, I walk out.
Hair never really mattered to me until I got a bad dye job, I guess. I would never have guessed, how down right angry and upset I would be. I was vividly pissed. More than $100 in the hole and I wanting to look like a sexy sophisticated 21 year old with champagne hair, just had my "virgin hair" dyed to look like a rebelling Goldilocks. So yeah hair it's important. And I support anyone who needs to scream out the window while throwing there useless hair products at unsuspecting good hairdo looking people walking by. Because not everyone's day is going to be perfect. Look at the Goldilockses of this world! Is it really so much for them to want to throw John Frieda shampoo at anyone with a good hairdo? I don't think so.
