I will never, I repeat never, color my hair myself again!
The day before we are to go away for the weekend to our favorite Napa Valley, I decided to cover the gray. And for some reason I thought I'd choose a new, fun, shade of red. I've done this process oh-so-many times for oh-so-many years so I'm thinking 'All right. I'll get this hair thing taken care of then finish packing.' I have a lot to do and everything timed - when I pick up my girls from school, help with homework, make an early dinner, go to a school event, get some sleep then wake and go to the airport to met Rob who has been down in California on business. The thing is this hair color turned out not to be 'cover the gray/ new, fun shade of red'. My hair turned into Bozo the Clown wanna be. What the?!?
With panic in my voice I called my sweet friend Trent (a professional Hair Stylist) and he took pity on his ditzy 'oh I can do this myself' friend and told me to meet him at his house later that night and he would "see what he could do". He could tell that I was on the verge of tears. I called his wife to prepare her for the evening and begged her not to laugh, at least not too hard.
His wife is fantastic and met me at the door with a glass of wine and pursed lips that were trying so hard not to burst into a huge grin. (She's an excellent actress.) Trent and Michelle are absolutely exhausted with over-work and after-school activity over-commitments, however they helped their Bozo friend to get back to a more natural shade for my trip, all the while trying to eat their goulash at 9:00 at night.
Did I ever learn my lesson!!! Trent, thank you so much!!!
In a few weeks we're going a lot lighter. ;->
Shout Out To My Dear TrentEdwardSalon.com !