Adventures in Hairland

Thursday night, I was finally sick of my roots. My 3 inch roots. Now, they weren't that bad, because my hair is pretty dark and was blending in well. But I could see them and it was enough. After I picked up Tiff from the airport (YAY! She's finally home!) we watched Amelie and she dyed my hair. And she did a great job. She was precise and efficient. And then I rinsed it out. My roots were an orangey, brassy color, and the rest of my hair looked fried. It was bad. Especially since I had used that particular product before and we followed the instructions. Ugh.

So Friday morning, I set an appointment at a cute salon near my house to have it fixed. And the place was very nice, the girls very posh, and it smelled heavenly. Like lavender and a million other lovely, natural and earthy scents. I fell in love. And the product! I didn't know that there were so many hair products out there!

My hair dresser, Jessica, looked like Jessica Rabbit. Except she was wearing black and had the most perfect hair I have ever seen. Seriously. And then she dyed mine about 2 shades darker than I would have liked, but promised that the sun would lighten it nicely. So I believed her. And left happy. My wallet was happy to, because it was not nearly as much as I expected. I mean, my hair is very long. And it took 2 1/2 hours with two people putting in the dye. So, ya know. I was impressed.

But then I woke up this morning. And it is very dark. Like, almost a purpley black. What does this mean? It means I am going to the beach soon. And possibly pouring lemon juice in my hair and laying out. And I am rinsing it out everyday and washing in twice every other day. Until it fades to the color I want. Or, I could be simple and cut bangs. Because the first time I went dark, bangs made me love it. On the other hand, they are a hassle. Hmmmm....

Pictures to come. I promise. Because Tiff and I are taking lots and Sam loves the camera too.