I know it may not seem like a big deal to some people, but if you have ever left a Salon with orange hair you tend to break out into a minor panic attack at the thought of changing hairdressers. When you find the right one that you trust, it’s just such a comforting part of life that you don’t have to worry about. You know that once every three months or so you can go to them and they will make you look good; no worries. ... So, I ask, what’s more stressful than finding a new hairdresser (& I am talking color too) … in India?
Yes, I have taken a few risks in the last month… (obviously, I moved to INDIA!) so, I decide to take the risk of getting my color done here (my roots are starting to come in and although I am a blonde at heart, my genes tend to say that I may be more of a light brown/brunette). Now, I do this knowing that having really bad hair on top of all of the changes I have had and everything I am going through just may throw me completely over the edge (My dearest friends know this about me! ... and are probably laughing as they read this!). So anyway, I decide I am going to go for it and let someone color my hair. I got a recommendation from a new friend of mine so that put me a little at ease; that was until I started talking to my new hairdresser and he brought out the book of colors and asked me which one I wanted... “Oh dear God”. My heart starting pounding. I know this may seem funny or that I am completely overreacting, but honestly, people have done some funky colors to my hair with very explicit directions. Now I am sitting in this chair, the music is blasting (everywhere you go, the music is as loud as a club in Vegas… no joke) and the guy can hardly hear me, plus he only speaks a little bit of English. I tell him “Let’s do this color and this one, high and lowlight…what do you think”. He nods. Then, I say a little prayer ...
“Dear God, please let my hair turn out o.k. I am a good person and I seriously won’t be able to handle hating my hair at this particular time in my life. Thank you, Amen.”
He takes the color straight out of the tube, no mixing then starts to put foils in my hair with globs of color… but I only see one color. “um, are you doing two colors or one”, I ask. “We will do the highlight and then the lowlight next”. Gulp.
He put in the lowlights after the highlights with a completely separate process. It looked as though the side of my head would be dark and the top would be really light. He kept coming over and adding more time to the timer. At this point I was not as worried about the color; I just didn’t want my hair to fall out because the color had been on for what seemed like two hours. After some time, it was really too long and even he was eager to get the color out as bad as I did, but by this point there was no empty sinks. He starting to yell at people (loud) to get someone out of the sink and I started to get super anxious. My head is starting to have that tingly feeling and I thought for sure when the person is eventually able to wash my hair, the front part would surely fall out. Now he is really yelling. I am now starting to employ my yoga breathing techniques to stay calm.
They finally get me into a sink and the hair dresser is yelling at the person washing my hair to get the color out. “Breathe…” I tell myself. Worse things are happening in the world right outside this salon in fact.
“Don’t be so superficial"... I think to myself, "I will be able to get a wig if my hair falls out or is really ugly. But ... life would be so much better if I don’t have to wear a wig."
They finally get my hair washed, conditioned, etc. and I make my way downstairs with the towel on my head. How stressful is that time between when the towel is on and the big reveal?! He finally takes the towel off and thankfully I have all of my hair, the color is great and he gives me a great haircut. So relieved!
On my way home I gave a large sum of money to a couple children that came to my car window begging for something ... knowing that if my hair was the most stressful thing I had to deal with today, I am pretty damn lucky!
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