Thank you for asking about my day of beauty yesterday. Of course it didn't go well.
I asked for a light weave to infuse lighter summery blond into my dirty blond natural color.
The colorist said, oooh, she knew exactly the perfect color for me. A beautiful color, a wonderful color, a lovely color. Half way through applying it, when my scalp was already heavy with aluminum foil and the fumes of the dye stuck in my throat, she added an other adjective to the color, she called the color 'like banana'.
The choice of word sent alarm bells, honks and red flashing light through my brain. ALERT! ALERT! my brain said. You are NOT in the hands of the right person. People with any concept of subtlety do think of banana as a desirable image when it comes to hair.
She put me under the heater for a very, very long time, then rushed to me, remove a strand of hair from the foil and said. Oooh you are done. There was a sense of urgency in that oooh, perhaps even panic. If felt a rush of cold sweat come down my neck.
As she washed my hair I said, 'hmm it smells kind of like bubble gum'. She said: 'like babana'.
That's when I knew my hair was toast.
I am now striped like a zebra, a nice shade of dull dirty blond laced with... banana. A banana split if you will.
The colorist acted very pleased with the result. She called it gorgeous. I asked, 'but shouldn't it be more.. er, I don't know... blended?' She said, 'oooh you are different than most people. Most people want to see the stripes.' Yes. Stripes.
This is not like me ( like me would be to wear a helmet until it grows out) but I'm going back at noon. She needs to fix it. It's that banana.
Okay, so that the image doesn't get stuck in your mind, quick some pretty images that have been all over blogs, I think I saw them first on Made By Girl.
She says banana, I say not bueno. Will keep you updated. Sheesh...