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Apr. 27th, 2006 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Normally a hair appt leaves me happy and fresh and the self-esteem on the high side.
Not today.
I left the place on an ok note and went shopping at the mall for stuff. The more changing rooms I was in, the more I hated my new hair. Hated.
I was going for the brown with a coppery tone to it. This shit is purple. blech. And there's still some sections (spotty, of course) where my natural hair color show through. As in, not all dyed.
Jillith was not a happy camper. Jillith does not want to get married with purple hair. Jillith is just not that punk anymore. And Jillith definitely does not want to get married in spottily dyed purple hair.
I got home quite upset. Tim snuggled with me on the hammock and finally convinced me to call the place and ask for a fix. They wanted to fit me in tomorrow afternoon, but my bachelorette party is all day tomorrow. I insisted on a morning appointment. They finally managed to squeeze me in at 10:30 tomorrow morning.
I hate being that person. The one who isn't just happy with what they get. I mean, I'm not that picky of a person. I've gotten my hair chopped off once by a drunk girl at a party with dull scissors. I'm not kidding either. And I was happy with it!!! But I know a tear fell in that hammock when I was telling Tim that I didn't want my wedding pictures with me and badly dyed purple hair.
I am not looking forward to tomorrow. It's never fun (for me, anyways) to tell a person they fucked up and to fix it. And it's worse when you have to tell them to their face and then you and your entire wedding party is coming back the next week to the same person for your wedding hair style. Ick.
But seriously. When a person spends $120 on hair, products, and tip, the damn dye job shouldn't have missed spots. So that's the main thing. The purple hair will just have to be fixed as well.
Not today.
I left the place on an ok note and went shopping at the mall for stuff. The more changing rooms I was in, the more I hated my new hair. Hated.
I was going for the brown with a coppery tone to it. This shit is purple. blech. And there's still some sections (spotty, of course) where my natural hair color show through. As in, not all dyed.
Jillith was not a happy camper. Jillith does not want to get married with purple hair. Jillith is just not that punk anymore. And Jillith definitely does not want to get married in spottily dyed purple hair.
I got home quite upset. Tim snuggled with me on the hammock and finally convinced me to call the place and ask for a fix. They wanted to fit me in tomorrow afternoon, but my bachelorette party is all day tomorrow. I insisted on a morning appointment. They finally managed to squeeze me in at 10:30 tomorrow morning.
I hate being that person. The one who isn't just happy with what they get. I mean, I'm not that picky of a person. I've gotten my hair chopped off once by a drunk girl at a party with dull scissors. I'm not kidding either. And I was happy with it!!! But I know a tear fell in that hammock when I was telling Tim that I didn't want my wedding pictures with me and badly dyed purple hair.
I am not looking forward to tomorrow. It's never fun (for me, anyways) to tell a person they fucked up and to fix it. And it's worse when you have to tell them to their face and then you and your entire wedding party is coming back the next week to the same person for your wedding hair style. Ick.
But seriously. When a person spends $120 on hair, products, and tip, the damn dye job shouldn't have missed spots. So that's the main thing. The purple hair will just have to be fixed as well.
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Date: 2006-04-28 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-28 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-29 06:03 am (UTC)I wonder what my manager would say if I showed up to work with blue hair?
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Date: 2006-04-28 05:07 am (UTC)*crosses fingers* good luck getting hair you love for your wedding!
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Date: 2006-04-28 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-28 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-28 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-28 03:49 pm (UTC)I just hope there aren't any "And my good friend Tim got drunk and left his pants at ________________" stories. That would just be embarrassing.
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Date: 2006-04-28 06:13 pm (UTC)