And yes, before you say anything, I already know how lame I am being.
I have been wanting to do a dark ombre on my hair for months and months now. And the past week or so I finally decided I was really going to do. I was going to spend the money and go get it done. Only a bunch of places I called kept telling me it would be weeks until I could get in. And some didn’t even get back to me. So I started feeling anxious, and desperate. My mom came by yesterday and picked up both kids to watch them. I didn’t know if I would be able to have the time to do my hair next week, and SNAP is fast approaching. I really wanted it done before I left for my trip and had to see a ton of gorgeous crafty ladies that were for sure going to all have gorgeous hair.
So being desperate, I went to a local cosmetology school. I know, I know. BIG MISTAKE. HUGE. I went in, showed them pictures of what I wanted. Was assured by the student and instructor that they knew how to do the ombre effect I wanted. I asked multiple times, “Are you sure?” I questioned them when the foils were going on, asking if they were sure this was how to do it. I got told by the instructor, that yes this was exactly how it was done. When I was all done I looked in the mirror, and it was exactly what I feared. It was NOT the ombre look. It just looked like hideous, out grown peekaboo highlights. There was no gradual fading from dark to light color in my hair. Just some very blonde and orangey looking highlights that started 4 inches down from my roots.
This is the look I was going for
And this is what I got
And normally I would just be like, “whatever, it’s hair. It will grow out.” And I would go buy a box of black or nearly black hair color from Walgreens, and cover that shiz up. But for some reason, be it the weird moon, or hormones, or my body just needing a good cry, whatever it is I don’t know… I am just feeling very defeated right now. Like everyone I know gets to have good hair and I don’t. Stupid, I know. Because I know people who don’t have any hair at all, and I should be grateful that the only thing that messed up my day yesterday was getting a bad dye job. I don’t know why I am getting this upset about my hair, but I thought that maybe if I wrote about my dumb mistake, and yucky hair, that I could finally stop crying about it and get over feeling depressed and stressed out.
I literally caused myself to stress about my hair so much that every time I think about how much I don’t like it, my neck tenses up and starts hurting like I was in a car accident. And I have never been the girl who cries over her bad hair, or gets this depressed about something like this, so maybe something else is going with me and the hair was just the final straw… Anyways, I wrote about it, I am giving myself a reality check, and I made an appointment to try to get it fixed on Saturday.
My fingers are crossed they can do something for me. Otherwise, I might need you all to give me a reality check and tell me to get over myself. But if you just happen to want to leave me some sweet comments or any of your own hair horror stories in the comment section, I promise I will be ever so thankful.