Went to get my hair cut and colored yesterday. Usually I do the color myself, but I want to change it back from red to light brown and with the peroxide that entails, I was afraid of it turning green or falling out by the handful.
The guy who has been doing my hair forever took out the Matrix board and I indicated which color I wanted. "Not today," he said. That would be too drastic a switch and he was afraid I wouldn't like it. He slathered and painted a blonder color than I wanted and promised me I would be happy with the change.
Guess what. It looks EXACTLY the same as if I did it myself with Nice & Easy. There's so much red in my hair that the blonde didn't really cover it. The cut is nice, I guess, but the color looks just like it did last week at this time.
All this for only $40 more than my cut regularly cost. What a fabulous investment!
He felt terrible as he was blowing it dry. He kept saying, "Do you see a difference? Does it look better to you? I don't know why it doesn't look more different."
No, I don't see a difference. No, it doesn't look better to me. And it doesn't look more different because you didn't listen to me when I told you what I wanted.
That's what I thought. What I said was, "Oh, it's fine. It's lighter. That's different! We'll get it where I want next time."
I'm sorry he felt bad. But I hate this hair. I wanted new hair. Or rather, I wanted my old hair back. My light brown hair that won't show dark roots as it grows out. And now I have to wait until St. fucking Patrick's fucking Day to get it.
