The_Sweetest_Thing
MacPhisto's serving wench
Yeah, so I've had the same hairdresser for over a year. Normally she's really quite good. The last haircolour I had was gorgeous (blondish steaks, sort of a coppery-brown colour underneath. It garnered a lot of compliments). So when she asked if I wanted the same colour, of course my answer was a resounding
Now, I've got these horrible Ronald McDonald orange streaks up front...fire engine red, burnt sienna orange. Whatever you call it, it IS NOT the gorgeous coppery colour I had anticipated. I thought it looked a bit funny in the salon so I mentioned it. She said, "Nah, it'll look different at home. Plus, after you wash it once it'll change." Naturally, upon arrival home even my mother asked "What happened?" I'm about to wash it. I don't have high hopes. I'm probably going back to the salon tomorrow morning (change that. I'm GOING back tomorrow morning if they'll give me an appointment). She better be able to fix this. And I better not have to pay for it. Why do I dye my hair anyway??
Call me carrot top.
I feel incredibly gross. Someone cheer me up, please?
Now, I've got these horrible Ronald McDonald orange streaks up front...fire engine red, burnt sienna orange. Whatever you call it, it IS NOT the gorgeous coppery colour I had anticipated. I thought it looked a bit funny in the salon so I mentioned it. She said, "Nah, it'll look different at home. Plus, after you wash it once it'll change." Naturally, upon arrival home even my mother asked "What happened?" I'm about to wash it. I don't have high hopes. I'm probably going back to the salon tomorrow morning (change that. I'm GOING back tomorrow morning if they'll give me an appointment). She better be able to fix this. And I better not have to pay for it. Why do I dye my hair anyway??
Call me carrot top.
I feel incredibly gross. Someone cheer me up, please?
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