Hair today, gone tomorrow.
On Thursday I decided to go and get a much needed hair cut and dye. I had roots that were about an inch long and my hair hadn’t been cut for about 6 months. Yukky looking, in other words. I’d asked the girls in work what salons were good around work as I wouldn’t have time to get back home to go to my usual salon since I finished at 5pm. They recommended one that was just five minutes away from the shop so I called them up and found out how much it would be for a cut, colour and highlights. Turns out it was a pretty damn good price so I made an appointment for later that evening.
When I arrived at the salon I was a little early so sat reading a magazine until the girl who was to do my hair came over and talked me through the colour that I wanted and the cut. I’d decided on the length being the same as Katie Holmes and the colour a dark brown with some bright blonde highlights around the front. Pretty basic bob with chunky layers. Simple, right? oh how wrong could I be?.
Just for a little clarification, here is my hair before the butchering hairdressing took place. 
A little (lot) messy and in desperate need of a good dye-job to cover the horrendously faded red and black. Just please ignore how unhappy and un-made up I look in these pictures!!
Anyway, the girl gets to work doing my colouring first, deep chocolate brown all over and then after about an hour or so that was washed out and she put my highlights through too and stuck me under the dryer to fry for a little while. I should have realised that something was going wrong when I wasn’t offered as much as a glass of water. Still, after re-reading the same magazine over again it was time to get the highlights washed out. As the (who I assumed to be) the junior washed the colouring out my hair she mentioned something like “we’ll move over to other seat so that I can see better while I’m cutting”. Uhh, I thought the girl who dyed my hair would be cutting it?
The girl explained that she would be watched the entire time that she was doing my hair and was just about to sit her final exams. My initial thought was to kick up a storm but hey, the salon wouldn’t let her work there if she didn’t know what she was doing. I explained to her again, in detail - showing exactly how long I wanted my hair - what I was wanting done to it. She agreed that it would look fab and got to work, with her supervisor/manager near by the entire time. What I wasn’t banking on was this junior deciding that she knew best and hacking half my hair off! Since the front of my hair was the length I had initially asked for I wasn’t worried about what was going on at the back of my head. Little did I realise that she had cut my hair so short at the back that I’m convinced I look like a boy now. By the time she’d finished (30 minutes after the salon closed…4 hours after I arrived) and showed me the back of my hair I was nearly in tears. And the bits at the front? Different lengths either side. Needless to say, I didn’t pay.
The colour is gorgeous, but no matter what I do to my hair I can’t get it to look even ok, never mind nice. It’s going to take months to grow back and I’ve even contemplated cutting off the bits at the front, but I’ll look even more like a boy if I do.
I’m not leaving the house until I can tie it back. Seriously.
