I have a complicated relationship with my hair. I don’t mean this to sound narcissistic, but I think I have pretty good hair. It’s thick, wavy and has great natural highlights. But I have no idea what to do with it.
Every morning, I wash it, rub some some product in and let it air dry. I don’t know how to braid or to make it look “done.” When I have a special event like a wedding or something, I may blow it straight, although that’s a challenge in the Florida humidity. Even the flatiron can’t tame my frizz.
My pal Katy has been experimenting on her own hair with all sorts of great braids lately. I could never do that to my own hair but it’s fun to play hair model:
Apparently that’s called a waterfall braid. Cute, huh?
Part of my problem with my hair is that I don’t have a regular hairdresser that I rely on for advice. Earlier this year, I thought I had FINALLY found The One. Since I’m in a grow-out phase, she told me to not even call for six months to schedule my next cut. When my six months had come and gone, I called to schedule a cut and received terrible news — my stylist has left the salon and they couldn’t (or wouldn’t) tell me where she’d gone. WTF?
I was back to square 1. I turned to Twitter and got a ton of great recommendations. I scheduled an appointment for this weekend at Michelle‘s place but then the universe intervened with a Groupon earlier this week to another salon.
I’ve been really bored with my hair lately and my normal move is to chop it. But after the past few failed short-hair experiments, I vowed my short hair days are over — for now.
So I decided to venture into uncharted territory — color. I’ve never done any coloring in my hair. Wait, I take that back. Once, about a decade ago, I did a box one day when my roommates and I are were too drunk to be making drug-store hair decisions. I wanted it to be slightly red but it turned out more purple. Luckily it was short-lived.
Going into today’s appointment, I decided to get partial highlights (I hardly even know what that means, but Katy’s been teaching me the ways). Using Pinterest, I found a couple colors I liked in the reddish-brown family.
When I got there and told the stylist my plans, she immediately shot them down. She said my hair was “screaming” to be blonde. She said I had too many natural blonde highlights to do them red. She said she just didn’t think they’d look right. She tried persuading me to go blonder, but frankly, I just don’t see myself as a blonde.
After some consulting (and making sure the highlights Groupon I bought would still cover it), she convinced me to go with a glaze, which I think is a semi-permanent dye.
Ready for the big reveal?
Here’s my hot mess of a ‘do before:
About halfway through the process, I started wondering if I’d made the right decision … especially when I saw HOW red the color was and the fact that it was everywhere.
And, ta da …
The hairdresser tells me it’s called Cherry Cola and it’s level 6 (I’m including this oh-so-important piece of information so that I don’t forget later).
It isn’t quite the Amy Adams/Emma Stone I was hoping for, but I think I like it. We’ll see in a couple days. It’s a little brassy right now, but that fades, right? Actually, she told me the whole thing will fade pretty quickly and will be mostly gone in about six weeks. I doubt that. During the great box experiment of ’01, that crap stayed in my hair for MONTHS.
And how do you think my family reacted to such a drastic difference for me?
DadJovi: “I can’t really tell the difference.” (in his defense, he’s color-blind)
E: “Mommy, what color was your hair before?”
Now that I have color, what do I do with it? She told me to only wash my hair a couple times a week to make it last. What else should I do? Do I get special colored-hair shampoo? And how long does it usually last? And even if you think it makes me look like a renegade teenager, lie and tell me it’s not that bad. It’s only hair, right?