Yesterday I mentioned that I was going to get my highlights re done. The roots were beginning to show and we all know that is not attractive.
I called up the one and only decent hair place in my little suburb and asked for the best color lady. They made me an appointment with Brittney.
I should have known all was not going to end well when I heard my hair lady’s name was Brittney. Not that it is not a perfectly nice name, but with the whole Brittney Spears debacle, it just does not inspire confidence. It also makes me think she is probably fresh out of beauty school.
I was correct on both counts.
I got there at 5 till 1. My appointment was at 1. At about 1:05 Brittney came out and said she was running a bit behind and she’d we with me in a few minutes.
No problem, I brought a book, I am a patient person.
At 1:35 my patience ran out.
I walked up to the reception desk and asked her if she could please tell Brittney I could not wait any longer.
So I spent over half an hour sitting in a hair salon not getting my hair done. I really need to get my hair done! Why oh why did I get it highlighted in the first place? It seemed like a good idea at the time. My sister, my aunt and I were out for a day of beauty and I thought why not? Well now I know why not. Maintenance! I hate maintenance! Who has time to get one’s roots done? Especially if one has to wait at least half an hour before the process even begins.
I think I’m going to Walmart and buying a bottle of my natural color and dying it back. Honestly, the idea was to help the grey blend. I don’t care if the grey blends anymore. I say let the grey have its way with my head. I don’t have time for the alternative!