Gosh this was a long week. Even with Monday off because of Veteran's Day. It was the longest week of my life and not the easiest one either. I am getting my hair colored tomorrow. The last time it was done was last year in December so I am in desperate need of a pick-me-up. Now I can all see you imagining this horrendous scene but it actually isn't that bad. I am a natural blonde (sorry) and so when my roots grow out they actually don't clash that much with my colored hair. The last time I had my hair done was a complete and utter disaster. So I will tell you the story. Okay ready....?
Well it all started as normal for me, I see this lovely picture of a girl who has the color hair that I want and brilliantly I decide that I want it. So I brought in the picture to the hair salon to have it done. Whip, snap and bang I was pushed into a chair. Next thing I know (and to make a story much shorter than its long winded version) they died my hair carrot orange (literally) and then put white blonde highlights in it afterwards. Then the poor girl probably realizing that she just ruined me, brushed it good and let me leave with a wet head and unstyled do. I went home and cryed my eyes out. Not only did I look like a trashy street going girl with my pale skin and pinkish-red lips but my hair was fried to bits and felt like cotton candy. So my mom and I (dear Mother) went back to see what we could have done with it. Nothing. Except I did get my money back ($175.00!). So that night my mother makes an emergency appointment with her hairstylist to get it fixed pronto (I had a chior concert where I was the soloist that evening!) so I went and got it fixed. It was beautiful! Perfect! Only thing is he suggested that I do something with my eyebrows because they were a little light. So there he comes out with this scary looking tube of white gook and spreads it on my eye brows. "Just stay put there for a little bit," he says. Sure. I am sitting there closing my eyes envisioning myself as this lovely debutante straight from the hair dressers with a lovely color and glamorous brows. So I get washed up and come out. My Mother's face showed it all. Yes my hair was lovely but now I looked like Gocho Marks! Not a problem he says. Just go home with this tube and lighten your eyebrows. No problem right? WRONG! So I went home with the little tube from the dark side and spread it on my eye brows with the peroxide mixture. As I waited I saw something strange going on. As I smoothed some gook away I noticed that my brows were now orange! My poor little sister Ashley watched me as I fell backwards on the toilet grabbing my face bawling, while trying not to get any of it in my eyes (I could seriously have blinded myself!). So my little sister runs down stairs and tells my mother who comes running up stairs to see or orange daughter. Well somehow and I don't know how, it all worked out. Prayer actually is the thing that did it. I prayed to God and asked for forgiveness for being so vain. My choir concert went splendidly and my solo "sounded like angels" so I was told. So I ended up giving you the long version any way but that is my Friday story. Just had to get it off my chest I think. Hopefully my experience tomorrow will be alot different! Cross your fingers!
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