around my birthday i decided i wanted my hair highlighted. i have never highlighted my hair before- although I am no stranger to a box of hair dye (unforch) all over my hair- and not because i want to try something new either... i deciding i was getting my hair done- professionally- and that was that. I was a real good girl, and i saved my birthday money, and i got a couple of awesome gift certificates from dave & my bro- and it was off to the salon i went (nervously) for my consultation.
i had never been to this salon before (only passed it, longingly), so i was matched with someone over the phone. this girl was my soul mate- she loved my top- and we had the exact same idea of what we wanted to do- we went through a few magazines- found the right coloring and we were ready to schedule the appointment! she loved the ombre and had just done one a couple weeks back and wanted to do another! yay!
the appointment was a week out and i was on pins and needles with excitement. all i had to do was color my roots and she'd do the rest. during this time- my phone was acting a completely fool- first, i broke a piece on it- so i had to go all 2005 with the moto razr. second- we renewed our contract and my new phone arrived- only to not work. so i arrived at the salon to be greeted with a surprise- my stylist was sick- and they had someone in her place- didn't you get our voicemail?
no i did not, phone. and sure enough, while i sat and waited (now anxiously), i checked my vm and i had 4 messages. by this point, i felt like i had to let the new stylist do my hair- wouldn't she be insulted if i didn't? and wouldn't my other stylist be insulted if i just let someone else do my hair? so off with the other stylist i went (yes, i get i can say no- but i'm just too nice- i can't do it).
things started bad- first i couldn't find the photos we used as a reference- then the girl didn't think that the number of the color i was giving her was right. at this point we were both nervous, and probably a little edgy (i know i was). we walked to the front in defeat- ready to reschedule with girl 1 when the receptionist pulled up my account. girl 1 was so smart. she put extensive notes on my account- we all felt relieved and i was ready to just get it over with.
so, ombre highlights are different than regular highlights- first, they have to tease the ever loving mess out of your hair. next- they put the foils in. and finally- you sit forever looking like you're picking up a signal to mars...
ground control to major tom
but, if you thought sitting in one place for 45+ minutes was bad- no one even told me what was coming next- and that was COMBING all of my teased hair. after the color was rinsed, the stylist had to comb through all of my hair, and i have a lot, and it was all teased bigger than a toddlers & tiaras episode. that took another 45 minutes. at one point in the combing- the poor stylist was treating my hair so gingerly b\c of all of my cries of pain- i asked her if I could comb it myself and save her the trouble. she practically threw the comb in my face. after that, it was just the dryer, some oohing and aahing from her fellow employees and i was on my way. and in love.
this is definitely not this best picture, as the lighting isn't great- but you can definitely tell it's lighter. i actually have some super blonde pieces underneath too. i definitely spent the first week or so doing a double-take at my reflection- oh yeah, that's me!
i wish i could say i have more photos of it... but... i don't ... i will say that next time i won't waste so much time before getting pampered again- although i haven't had my hair or my eyebrows done since... so...