Hallowe’en comes but once a year... right? I had to question this the day I went to have my hair spiced up with a little magenta and left with a viciously-bright pumpkin orange stripe from front to back.
I honestly think salons (oh yes - it was a salon!) should have rigorous testing on the basics of hair dye and only those who have ‘passed’ the test should be allowed to handle the client - not apprentices!
I’ve always been one to be a little overly-dramatic when it comes to things like hair, or an extreme new nail polish colour, but even I at the end of this visit was rendered speechless... another shocker for those that know me. Maybe the punky skunky, as it was referred to shortly thereafter, wouldn’t have been as shocking, had it been against a strawberry blonde head of hair or maybe even a blonde, but against my midnight black? I really was ready to jump into the witch attire, pout a nice ‘black cat’ lipstick and start knocking on doors.
Did I mention it was not long after St. Patrick’s Day? Now, because of the nature of the dye job and the amount of bleach and peroxide used on my hair, I was told I had to wait at least a week before we attempted to correct the little ‘misunderstanding’. So for the next seven days I would leave my house, only if persuaded using massive amounts of chocolate and cheesecake, in a hooded sweater and sunglasses. Otherwise you would find me still staring in the mirror trying to figure out what shade of eye shadow or lipstick could draw people away from the head and have them focus on my face.
I honestly felt like a skunk gone punk, and so of course, was afraid to want to enter this salon to have this fixed. Seven days later I did walk through those doors again. I underwent dye job surgery with a TEAM of ‘stylists’ and believe I was the guinea pig for future extreme dye job recipients from that day forward.
The good news is, I did leave the shop with a corrected version of my actual request which was magenta chunks throughout my hair. The bad news however? Well, every year around Hallowe’en, people offer me up to test out new hair colours just in case some apprenticing stylist needs to work by trial-and-error because I’m a prime candidate for it - and such a good sport!
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