So there's been a lot going on today, not all good and not all bad. Bf and I are on a break. No, not the "I'm gonna go sleep around" break, but the "I need some me time", type of break. I want to be me again, because I don't even know who I am anymore. Its like when the girl dates the Rocker, and becomes the Rocker Chic. Nada. Not for this girlie. So this month I'm taking time out for me, trying to get my life back on track. My goal is to do something every day so that the next day when I wake up, I feel better and have gone a little bit farther with finding myself. I want to go back to me and that's what I'm doing!
So that hair scare story I promised you:
I was in DC and in bad need of a hair cut, my ends were dead as a doornail. My color was a brassy ugly orangey brown. So I went to the salon and as soon as I met my stylist, I knew that I was in for a trip. She was the most unorganized, rush rush, person ever. She didn't know what she was doing. When she was coloring my hair, she looked so confused. I almost asked if I should do it for her. Not in a mean way, but in a legit way. Then she tries to tell me that I'm not scheduled for a cut, only a color. I was like no.....that's not true. She said its fine and she would work with it. All that told me was "rush" and wait. So I ended up being there for 2 and a half hours before I called my step mom and was like "HELP. I don't want her to cut my hair." She called and moved me up to the best stylist in the salon. THANK GOD. I thought I was in the clear. But no. I got home and showered, and color was still coming out! Like enough color was on the floor of my shower to make me feel like it hadn't been washed at all! I have never in all my years of coloring my hair, have had this happen before. However, as you can see, my hair is fine despite all the stress it caused me. So moral of the story, if you're at a salon and have a bad feeling at all, then its time to pull the rip cord.
xoxo,
Kate
