i realise it's a while since i complained about my hair. it's been behaving sort of, kind of, alright recently.
until today i went to the hairdresser to fix up the colour, get it thinned out and a blowdry for going out tomorrow night.
did i mention it was a new hairdresser? new place. new colourist. new cutter.
you also need to know my hair has been called horse hair by more than one of these professionals. it's something i live with each and every fucking day, it shits me when they tell me this, but i just smile good naturedly and nod in agreement. when they say it's so thick, i just smile and go "a-ha!" and when they say "oh my god you have SO MUCH HAIR!" then i stab them in the eyes with the metal end of the comb. you know that really dangerous pointy end.
let me just say, when i was young this is the sort of hair i wanted:
and then when i was a bit older it was this:
and then this:
unfortunately, on a bad day, this is what we've got to work with:
that's a joke. you can laugh now.
so, she's doing the cut. that went ok.
then the colour. let me just say it was basically two tone, you know, one of those skanky deals that have even got a name, i read in the paper last week, "top deck". please don't judge me. when i got it done it seemed no one had one, it was cutting edge and unique.
now they are everywhere, and i decided it was time to go... top deck.
so she had to lighten the dark at the back and underneath, and do the roots. then it all went wrong, about 3.25 hours into the session. the colour wasn't right, in fact it was bad. it looked better when i had walked in. so she had to quickly put on some other gunk which burned my scalp to fix the colour. which it did. pretty much.
i am tired of having these marathon sessions at the hairdresser, which cost me a fucking fortune, and always, always seem to go wrong.
why do i do it?
anyway. it's not over yet. i have to go back now for the blowdry, which there wasn't time for before.
at least it will be sleek and smooth and non-phyllis for a week or so. as long as i can leave it and keep out of melbourne's rain. until my scalp is SCREAMING for a wash.
does anyone else take more than three hours at the hairdresser? boys, you can answer too.