I planned to do a lengthy post about sex as a married mom to a toddler. I talked about it a lot today. But I didn't write it. Why? Because I spent six hours at the hair salon getting my hair colored. And now? I'm going to torture you by sharing photos of it. You might not care. But dudes, I got nothing else.
I went back to see the awesome Kateri, who is 2/3 of the way done with "beauty school," which means she can see clients and do multistep hair color processes like I wanted done. I was in bad shape, folks: my inches were about 2" deep and solidly gray. It looked pretty awful. Here's a shot of before:
Kateri and I consulted, and we decided to do layers of color. The underlayer of my hair would be a deep brownish/reddish/purple, and the top would be a vibrant red, and then we would but highlights in the front. So we began.
Here you can get an even better idea of how bad my roots were.
So, the thing about getting your hair done at a school is that it is a) cheap and b) takes FOREVER. Multiple hair processes can take hours even when you are working with a highly experienced stylist, but when you have someone still learning it adds time. Plus when each step has to be checked and verified by an instructor (who Kateri had to always go and find), it can take even longer. But I trust Kateri, and as you can see I had my trusty Rock Star, so... off we went.
These are definitely the most flattering shots of me EVER. So they put one formulation on my roots, and then another on my already colored hair to avoid "hot" roots. Oooooh, so THAT'S what you call it when your roots are three shades lighter than the rest of your hair. Now I now.
Then she had to cover the lower layer of hair with foil so she could put the other color on the top. Before y'all see this next photo, I just want you to know how much I love you. I love you a LOT. Otherwise, you'd never see me looking like this.
Then we waited. And WAITED. And then FUCKING WAITED SOME MORE. Then we washed it and dried it a bit, and it looked so nice I almost considered NOT getting the highlights.
The instructor came around and pointed out my "natural highlights" by which she meant my FUCKING GRAY HAIR and you can actually see how nicely the color worked on the gray. But why stop there? After all, I'd only been there for four hours at that point. Let's move on to highlights.
Again, showing you that photo proves how much I love you. Here I am waiting for the highlights to develop. This particular school only uses Aveda products which are nice and gentle on your hair but also work really SLOWLY and they don't allow you to use the dryer to speed the process at the school. So. The highlights took about another hour. *Sigh.*
Finally, however, we were ready to wash again. Kateri took her time carefully drying and styling my hair, and:
Suddenly, I look beautiful! And GROWN UP. I didn't realize how much my style had slipped into something, oh, a bit too young for me. So I am immensely pleased, and not much lighter in the pocket because DUDES! It was soooooooooooooo cheap for everything I had done. And I look fantastic.
And that was my day. The end. What did you do?
All photos taken with the iPhone. Dudes, that phone so RAWKS.
