Hubby gave me this $50 Gift Certificate to a Beauty Salon for Christmas and has been nagging me about using it for the past few months. Today I had the afternoon off and figured, "Why not, it's Spring and time for a renewed hairdo!" So off I went nextdoor to Hubby's store-front office to get a trim and cover some grays.
Now keep in mind I did tell her - just a trim so I can still have the length and pull my hair up in a ponytail. I also told her to dye my hair the same color (Dark Ash Blonde) but she insisted that my hair needed a "stripping."
Turns out - this was the wrong thing to do as I had a bad reaction to the blue gunk that burned my scalp so bad, it would be 'best' for me to wait a few days before we do anything else to it's color.
I spent four hours this evening with Mayonaise on my hair smelling like a potato salad and now I'm sitting her writing this blog with a 1/2 bottle of Pantene Conditioner dripping all over my keyboard.
My issue? Besides looking like the Bride of "Heat Miser" - I'm torn between returning to the salon next door to the office where I work to fix this mess - or to have it repaired elsewhere and have to face the lady and explain why I didn't go back to her. (as if the reason isn't obvious!)Labels: Blast from the Past |
