I envy girls that have the guts to shave half their head, dye it purple, dread it, and get a pixie cut. After all, it's dead hair laying limp on our scalps that grows right back. On a scale from 1-World Peace it ranks negative in importance, and even writing this post I feel guilty for complaining about such a trivial matter when there are FAR worse things going in the world than my botched hair. That being said, this is a beauty and fashion blog, and well, my hair falls right into that category.
Now let me first start off this post by saying that my hair is my pride and joy. I've been caught
countless times admitting that I find my hair my "only redeeming quality" Morbid and self deprecating? Yes. But true. So I treat my hair how I'd treat a new born baby, with serious love, affection, care, and I spoil it rotten. This being said, the hair trauma I endured this past month left me crying over Facebook pictures of my long blonde locks. Yes I'm pathetic I know.
I've been getting partial blonde highlights in my hair for about a year and a half now, along with my 'signature' cut, long long layers, I like the length of my hair to rival a Disney princess what can I say. So you'd imagine my surprise when I go to the salon expecting to walk out with an 1/2 inch trim and touched up roots, and walk out with 6 inches off my hair, an all over faded grey/brown with red roots. UHM WHAT. I'd be lying to you if I said I totally didn't sob over Gossip Girl, wailing at the TV "LOOK AT SERENA'S HAIR. THAT IS SO PRETTY. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?!?!" I'm dramatic. I'm working on it. (Not really)
I seriously debating posting these pictures, but after much persuading from my mother, I did. Because let's face it, we've ALL had bad hair cuts & bad dye jobs. I'm human! I'm not immune from my stylist getting scissor happy. So without further ado, I present the hot mess that was my hair.
As you can see I really just adored the red roots
& welcome to the TRUE red of my roots...oh boy
& no that is not a filter, that is how dull the color was
For the next week I "Justin Bobby'd" it. And if you were not a Hill's teenager (Netflix. Go. Now.) I basically stuffed all my hair in a beanie at all points. I even slept in my 'You Can't Sit With Us' Brandy Melville beanie (& the answer is no, you cannot) Thankfully my close friend Marissa came to the rescue, and after 3 hours in her salon we managed to get me back to BLONDE! & I am eternally grateful. MARISSA YOU ARE A SAINT! But because the initial dye job was so red, the color took to be a yellow-toned blonde, which is not too flattering for my skin tone!
So I went to a new salon in my neighborhood later that week to get it toned & the stylist added a few highlights to the front & roots to balance out the remaining warm tones, and BAM! I'm better and blonder than ever!
I learned quite a few things on this hair journey.
- I cannot pull of red, as much as I want to. True fact, I've always wanted to go a deep red color but I never had the guts! Now I know, that would NEVER work on me! & I'll admit it, I'm sad about it! I think red hair is by far the prettiest!
- Some salons just...lose their touch...but on the plus side, the last salon I went to I fell in LOVE with! Thank you hair gods for sending me Alisha! <3
- True friends will be honest with you when your hair looks like absolute shit. & Help you fix it for 3 hours, cheering you up & calling you Carrot Top. Love you Marissa <3
- My hair is my security blanket. Contrary to what people must think with my sheer amount of selfies, I'm ridiculously insecure about my looks. And taking away the one part of my physicality that I actually liked hit me hard, and any shred of confidence I had in my appearance is gone. That's something I need to work on.
- I can't pull off Cara Delevingne brows.
Of course we had to lighten the eyebrows to match!