Worst Hair Day EVER

I've never been incredibly nice to my hair. I've done things to it I never should have, like "Sun In," perms, bleach, dye, and other random little things. But it's always been forgiving and stuck by me. In the last few years I've tried to be nice to it. I highlight it only occasionally, I use nice shampoo, and I get it trimmed every four to six weeks. The other day I went to pull my hair back into the little "poof" up front. I noticed the entire "poof" was my natural color. Completely. Definitely time to get my hair done, I decided. For the last few months I've been going to the little beauty school inside the high school. Normally I steer clear of student salons, but I know a couple girls in there from being a substitute. They convinced me to come in and get my hair done last May. It was fabulous, and I loved it. I've been back a couple times since then. So this last week I called to make an appointment with the girl I trust. When I got there, the girl who was supposed to do my hair was still working on someone else. I kind of panicked-I didn't want anyone else touching my hair. But the teacher grabbed another girl and said she would do great and could just start working on my hair, and then the girl who was supposed to do my hair would be able to finish it.

I should have said, "No, I'll wait for her."

I should have walked away.

But no. I stayed because I couldn't risk hurting someones feelings by doing either of those. That was dumb. Next time I'll run away screaming. The girl who was supposed to do my hair never had the chance to come rescue me, and the other girl massacred my hair. I've never seen anything so horrible.

Before and After Shots

I did go back yesterday and have the girl who was supposed to do my hair do what she could to fix the damage without dying my hair darker. Can you see that giant brown spot in my bangs? Ug! How does the even happen? And look at that HUGE chunk of color. Yuck!

What's up with the back? I hate giant chunk highlights/lowlights. I hate them! And that's all that girl did through my whole hair. My little friend tried to break it up some so it wasn't so bad, but it's still kind of chunky. And you can see the weird square in my hair on the left. There were two of those. When the teacher was looking through my hair she was flabbergasted. "I can't even figure out how she did that..." You can see there is still a small line, but it's a lot better than it was before.

So now my hair is darker than normal, but I actually kind of like it. And it's not nearly as awful as it was a couple days ago. And it'll grow out. And I can be grateful I have hair. And, it's just hair, so I'll stop whining about it and go do something useful with my day off.