I thought today I’d talk about myself a little. I hurt my back a few weeks ago, I couldn’t bend over and was in a lot of pain. I had tried pulling my vacuum apart and pulled muscles. Anyway I was desperate to get my hair dyed, now I can’t bendover to do it myself. It had started to look like a two-lane blacktop road. So since there was no one else to help, I bit the bullet and went to my favorite hairdresser Danielle. I mainly went in to get my roots colored and my hair cut, it’s so thick and gets kinda thick even when it’s short. But when I went in we talked about doing something different. We decided to put some streaks of some color in my hair. Let the process begin!
Well after looking at myself in the mirror with foils in my hair, I thought to myself, “aliens won’t be able to read my mind.” Then she did my roots. I know it’s very common to have foils, but it’s been ages for me. Under the dryer, I go. Twenty minutes went by and the first stage hair processing was complete. When she pulled the foils off I almost said, “the heck with the color”.
The streaks weren’t quite white but it processed beautifully and could have gone without toner. But I’ve done the blonde thing and settled on a color. To say I was hesitant is an understatement. She smeared on the color and set more foils. This time I just had to wait for twenty more minutes and Voila! The color couldn’t have been more perfect. The floor was also covered in my hair. Geez, I didn’t know I had so much! I’ve had people say they like it, some not so much. What do you think?
