I walked in and a 6 foot tall black guy with earrings walks up and introduces himself as my stylist. He sat me in my chair and pulled my curly hair out of the messy bun it was in. My hair was out of control. But I didn't worry about it, because I knew he would get it wet, you know, wash it and all before cutting. That was Mistake #2.
He pulled out his scissors and started to cut my dry, curly hair. I asked him if he would get it wet first. So, he used a spray bottle to spray one section at a time and then cut it. He finished in about 5 minutes. I asked him if he'd touched the layers. He said he thought I didn't want him to. (???) After he was finished, he patted my hair and told me my color was "jacked up." He told me to stay away from bleach and that I needed to do something really bad. It's true that my hair was getting a little bit brassy looking, but really?!
So, I paid my $8 to not so GREAT CLIPS and crossed the street to Wal-Mart, grabbing the cheapest box of brown hairdye I can find. Mistake #3. Dyed my hair black. Here is the HIDEOUS result of the 3 mistakes:
(Please pay particular attention to the ends of my hair...esp on the left side. And the "framing" around my face aka chopping 2 chunks in front.) (I don't even have words for this.)
So, I suffered through the weekend with ugly hair that I threw back into a ponytail. Today, however, my luck changed. I called up a friend yesterday, Lindsey Langley, who happened to be able to get me in today. She told me that in her 6 years of doing hair, that my haircut was the WORST she had ever seen! She even took pictures of it with her camera! Well, she worked her magic and turned my bad hair situation around. I'm so pleased!