Runnaway Dye and Wet Boob!
A few weeks back, Suze went to the hairdressers to get her hair coloured, her natural colour is brown, l have however only ever known her hair to be a mousey brown with highlights. Suze like myself prefers to use organic products, but there is a huge difference between the length of her hair and mine.
Suze cuts my hair, she does a good job as well despite her saying she doesn’t, she performs the same cut to me for 25 minutes and charges nothing for her time as l receive in the village or town here for £8 – £10. But then, l only need a haircut and not a highlighting lowlighting effect. Plus, l don’t have a lot of hair anymore, and thus keep it shorter so it just looks more!
Anyway, so Suze attended her appointment at this ‘organic’ salon after she expressedly told them what she wanted organically, and the only thing she didn’t really know what she wanted was a style.
Since entering menopause and post menopause her hair has lost a lot of its natural body and can be somewhat unmanageable. It is naturally wavy and curly and extremely fine, [you know a hug can turn into a wiggle affair for me as l have sensitive skin, so her hair fine as it is tickles the hell out of my face], and the hairdressers were the usual, skilled, understand, understood what was expected from her, and yet when she left and arrived back home, she was not a happy lady! Not one little bit and for good reason! They had ruined her hair, they had more or less turned her hair bright copper gold!
Not a colour Suze is happy with!
She only marginally complained [hence why l am trying to increase her confidence] and they offered her a credit to ‘fix’ their error, and the usual excuses came out, ‘new girl’ didn’t understand clients and so on … but she was welcome to come back in a few months!!! Months??? To get their mistake corrected.
But for six weeks now, pre-Australia visit, during Australia, and now having been back for three weeks, Suze had to wear her hair up all the time because this colour made her feel terrible!. Now today she is attending an appointment l set up for her as a treat for her confidence with a colour analyst so that we could define her colours, which l think is really important, that we know our primes and secondary colours and it’s a topic l’ll be raising in The Positive Brain series later on this month.
The hair disaster cost Suze a lot in her confidence, plus even know she complained, l said we needed to blast these people, because they didn’t do what they said they would do, and more importantly they didn’t listen to the client’s specific wishes with regards her colour, they turned her coppery blonde, more highlight than lowlight! However, Suze didn’t want the credit and wanted nothing to do with them, despite losing her confidence, upsetting her immensely and it costing her £150.00!! [Suze backs off conflict these days, and a confrontation with the salon despite her being in the right didn’t appeal].
But Suze didn’t want to turn up at the colour swatching with the wrong hair [ which is a fact, colour definition also takes hair colour into consideration against your skin tones] so she decided to ‘colour her own hair last night with my help ….. technically a gateway into disaster especially when working with ‘bleachy things’ – we don’t mix that well, l tend come away with more white spots on things than there is colour in the other person’s hair!
So she bought herself an organic hair dye [brown] and last night started the process of changing her hair colour, which apparenly went well. Although l haven’t got a finished colour image for you, because well – she said NO! After the incident with the shower hose and the soaking. Some people are so fussy!
I mean it wasn’t really my fault that l forgot to remind her that the dye process had been on her hair for longer than the required time … you know … mm! I was only out by ten minutes or so…
It starts well ….
Still going well, that horrible yellow colour is disappearing down the plug hole!
“How’s it looking babes?” … “Definitely darker darling!”
It was at this moment that Suze made the small error … twice … in quick succession, and the photographer could only roll around the floor laughing!
Once all the suds were washed off, the conditioner had to be applied, and so Suze asked me to go and get the sachet containing the conditioner, whilst she rinsed off the remaining dye suds, when l came back she was looking quite pleased with herself that the horrible colour was most assuredly no longer present. Which it wasn’t, l handed her the conditioner, and she applied it, but in the process, despite me asking if she needed any help and her declining the offer she put the shower head into the bath basin and it flipped and this huge spray of water hit her full in the face and completely drenched one side of her body, with water jetting out over the top of her!
Well l just laughed, and her face was an absolute picture itself, which l ‘don’t have!’ but she looked there and then like a drenched baby duck, with her eyes squinting and water dripping down from her. It was like she had dunked her head into a full bucket of water, “Would you stop taking bloody photos and help me please?! Grab that bloody shower head!!” She growled. Then she did the same thing, the exact thing again, and the shower head flipped again and a second jetted soaking was in order!
You can’t really see it [although if you look real close to the left side you can see the water staining on the tee shirt under the arm] , and l was forbidden at this point to take any further photographs, but Suze is soaked from head to knee on her left side. We both had to laugh when finally done she got up looking totally bedraggled and declared, “My left boob is totally drenched! This tee shirt was just new on!”
In the end the hair, is now a much darker brown than l have ever known Suze to have, but at least this way, she can now find a hairstylist that will perform the highlights and lowlights properly, as apparently they are starting with her natural hair colour and the best bit is that her confidence did increase hugely once she saw the coppery yellow gone!
But boy, l sure am glad l don’t need to colour my hair if you end up looking as bedraggled and drenched as she was last night!!
Looking forwards to her coming back home, to see what the colour analyst suggested with regards her colour definitioning and hopefully she will be in confident and positive spirits! Will let you know. I guess really, you had to be here last night to fully appreciate the humour of it all … but damn, it was funny as hell!
I’ll try and sneaksy a shot of her new hair colour so you can see the difference.