Last Wednesday, just before Andrew came to visit, Emma and I went to get our hair cut. I wasn’t going to do anything else, but Emma was going to get her hair colored. It wasn’t until I got to the salon that I started to think that maybe I should do something more than just a cut.
You see back in May, just before the wedding, I went to a salon at a technical high school to have my hair highlighted. It definitely was a lot lighter when I left but I thought that it looked just fine. When I went to have my hair cut after the wedding, the stylist at my regular salong told me that the color had bled very badly in the back. Oops. Once my hair started growing out the really light highlights started looking ridiculous. I was hoping to wait until I went back home at Christmas to have my regular stylist color and cut it.
However, when Emma mentioned that she wanted to get her hair cut and dyed I figured I would try a cut out down here since I really should just use a salon that’s a little closer than 1000 miles away for my regular cuts. That would make sense right?!
I was only going to do a cut though. Just to trim up the ends. I didn’t want another disaster like the last night. But as soon as we got there I started talking to the stylist about color. I told her about my last highlighting and we discussed how best to get my hair back to its natural color. I told her how my hair tends to have a golden shine when the sun hits it so I don’t think it has a lot of reddish warmth. So she mixed up two bowls of color and went to town on my head.
I sat and “processed” for a half hour during which time she continuously checked on me and peeked at the color to see how it was doing. Afterwards she rinsed my hair out. She thought it looked a little to reddish so she added toner while I was still in the sink and then waited for that to kick in. Once I got back to the chair I could see that it looked a little redder than my normal hair color. I was still happy with it, at least I wouldn’t have silly looking grown out highlights when my hair was straight.
I was interested to see what Michael would say. When I walked in the house I said hi, he had just woken up from a nap and sat up sleepily. I put my bags down and then went to the couch and sat next to him so that he would have a close up of my hair. I smiled at him, he smiled back. I said hi again, he said hi. Still nothing about my hair. Sure, he thought I had only gotten a trim, but I mean clearly it was a different color right?!
Nope, he didn’t notice. I had to tell him. But it looks normal. Really? I think it looks reddish-brown. I mean it is definitely the heavily highlighted blonde mess that it was before. And it’s not really my natural color….
Well my friends, I guess this stylist got it pretty close. It looks so close to my natural color that only my mother noticed right away while we were video chatting on FaceTime.
The next day when I picked Andrew up from the airport I was interested to see if he would notice.
So basically the colorist got it so close that it looks natural. And the color is starting to grow on me. In the sun it shines red, but inside it does look damn close to what I think my natural color is.
Now the real test will be how it looks as it grows out. How close did the stylist really get to my natural color? We will find out in a few weeks!