O.K.
You know how sometimes you do something that you think will make you feel better, but isn't really a good idea?
Like plucking your eyebrows after having too much of "Mommies Juice Box".
Or trying to use an Epilady (while sober).
Well, let me tell ya'. I'm stating for the record that I will never try to highlight my own hair again.
You see the person that I go to costs way too much. And I've had to space my appointments apart too far so it looks like I'm wearing a black toupee right on the top of my head! I was tired of it so I went to the store, bought a box of "Root Touch-Up" and headed home to turn my bathroom into my own little beauty parlor.
I got the towel, the rubber gloves. I even lit a candle and put on my favorite tunes. I probably shouldn't have had that wine though...oh well.
So here I am, thinking that I could make the top of my head look at least a little bit like the bottom half, not fully understanding that I have 5 different colors in my hair. (Hence the expense of the hair stylist.)
I turn out with orange spots on the top of my head. ORANGE SPOTS!!!
I think 'Wash it out.' Nope. I think 'I'll just wear a pony tail for a while'. Nope. There is an orange dot right in the center of my hair line.
There's no covering this up.
So after many panicked phone calls I get into the hair stylist that afternoon. She watched me walk in. Smiled. Sat me down. Gave me a glass of wine and said "Now you know why I have a job."
You know how sometimes you do something that you think will make you feel better, but isn't really a good idea?
Like plucking your eyebrows after having too much of "Mommies Juice Box".
Or trying to use an Epilady (while sober).
Well, let me tell ya'. I'm stating for the record that I will never try to highlight my own hair again.
You see the person that I go to costs way too much. And I've had to space my appointments apart too far so it looks like I'm wearing a black toupee right on the top of my head! I was tired of it so I went to the store, bought a box of "Root Touch-Up" and headed home to turn my bathroom into my own little beauty parlor.
I got the towel, the rubber gloves. I even lit a candle and put on my favorite tunes. I probably shouldn't have had that wine though...oh well.
So here I am, thinking that I could make the top of my head look at least a little bit like the bottom half, not fully understanding that I have 5 different colors in my hair. (Hence the expense of the hair stylist.)
I turn out with orange spots on the top of my head. ORANGE SPOTS!!!
I think 'Wash it out.' Nope. I think 'I'll just wear a pony tail for a while'. Nope. There is an orange dot right in the center of my hair line.
There's no covering this up.
So after many panicked phone calls I get into the hair stylist that afternoon. She watched me walk in. Smiled. Sat me down. Gave me a glass of wine and said "Now you know why I have a job."