For the first time in years I covered up my red hair. I wanted a change. The change didn't start out as getting rid of the red, 'cause it's a big part of who I am.
It was actually a mistake.
I was going for bright red but well...my hair has a mind of its own. I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was. It is my hair after all. Like the rest of me, it does what it wants.
The "bright red" turned out purple-black. No one's fault, just my hair took the pigment differently than it was supposed to.
I wasn't too happy with it at first & there may have been panic/urgency in my voice when I told my stylist to work her magic & fix it. She's great at her job & knows me well so she knows how to make me happy. It's also not the first time I've told her to fix something.
The first time I ever went to her was when my previous stylist waxed half of my eyebrow off. Her apology? "Oh wow, I only had 1 beer." I went to work with an apostrophe over one of my eyes. An apostrophe. It was at work that I talked to a new friend, a customer who owned a beauty shop, & said, "I have a punctuation mark on my face! Can you fix it?"
There have been a few more moments where I have walked into her shop & begged her to fix some surprise. Hey, when your OCD tells you to do something, you do it. And sometimes your stylist has to deal with it.
She always does a great job with my hair. Every time I've changed my look, I'm happy with what she does. Whether it was the long bangs, spiked back I had or the long on the sides, shaved in the back, spiked on top cut I have now. I was confident that she would know what to do with this surprise color.
|My "sister", Half Brain, calls|
this my Stank Eye Face.