Firstly, can I just say, the state of my hair in these pictures, pre pink, is my hair, after being bleached for a second time within 24 hours. Yeah, so imagine what it must’ve looked like after the first bleach. So bad.
In August, for mine and my boyfriends two years, he wanted to treat me to getting my hair coloured as I hadn’t had it done since Christmas. Very lovely. I managed to get a last minute appointment the day before at my usual salon and I was so chuffed because, clearly everything was going to go splendid and I was going to have rad hair. Wrong, so very, very, wrong. I forgot that some people can be a bit incompetent and can majorly fuck up a task. The task being, having a simple colour procedure executed. I wish I was bloody executed after the job she did!
I just wanted what I already had but have the colour pulled up a bit higher as the amount of colour I had was lacking due to it growing out and having regular hair cuts. I didn’t want platinum blonde hair or to be a frickin’ ice queen, I just wanted to be a little bit lighter and for her to continue with the balayage theme that she had been doing for the last two years. As you can see, this is far from that, more of an ombre which, I wouldn’t have bothered me but this version was rather crappy. It actually looks like I did it myself but then I think that would be a bit of a diss.
After having my first round of bleach done and then having it rinsed out I knew there was a problem because it doesn’t or shouldn’t take two rounds of toner and half hour at a water basin to tackle this process. Anyone who watches Jerseylicious would know that, duh. Can I also state that getting my hair done is like going to the dentist for me, I hate it. I don’t like the idea of being invisibly strapped to a chair for a few hours to get something done and feeling like I can’t leave. My anxiety gets hugely heightened which is frustrating when really it should be an enjoyable experience because you’re paying a ‘professional’ to do a service, it should be relaxing for most, just not for me and even more far from it on this particular occasion.
I, kid, you, not. My hair came out green, blue, white, orange and yellow. I was probably related to a bloody flag! I’m not a hairdresser but I’ve always been curious. I follow a lot of well known hairdressers online and through YouTube and can pretty much work out what might have happened. In basic mode, the bleach developer was either not a high enough volume (not that is necessarily has to be) or it wasn’t on for long enough. Clearly when she rinsed my hair, the amount of different tones that were throughout my hair mush have been questionable, therefore applying a cool based toner would not only accentuate the very few light strands but make the very orange chunks underneath, very orange, extremely, orange.
Another reason why I hate anxiety is because when you’re in that state you feel everything needs to be rushed, everything feels like you need to be going 100mph. I really should’ve checked throughly before I left I totally get that but my hairdresser normally does an outstanding job so I didn’t feel the need to examine the job she did. I just wanted to leave the salon and get home and have a look for myself, no pressure and style my hair like I normally would, however…
Ladies. I cried. I cried so hard. Not only because I looked and felt so crap from being in the salon for so long but because I knew mine and Andrews day together was effectively now going to be ruined. There was no way I just paid good money to get my hair done for this to happen. It was going to get fixed and I wasn’t going to let them palm me off because I knew that if I didn’t go in there with hesitation and demand them to fix my hair they never would. I should’ve taken pictures because it was horrendously bad. So bad.
Long story short, they managed to fit me in the following day and another hairdresser tried to rectify the issue. She sat me down in the chair, looked at my hair and gave me an overview. Apparently my hair wasn’t that bad and my hair apparently has too much warmth in it to be able to lift to where I wanted it. Bitch please, this shit is virgin hair and in mint condition and should lift to where ever it needed/wanted it to be. And excuse me, aren’t ‘hairdressers’ supposed to learn hair levels so that you can work out what formulation is needed to achieve what the client is after. Shit me, I probably should’ve done my hair myself if they aren’t aware/remembered how hair colouring works. It infuriates me because these hairdressers in these poxy salons are getting paid good money and for them to fuck up any clients hair but happily take their money and shoo them out the door is beyond me, in fact, its criminal! I even called the salon up after I got home out of courtesy, to give my hairdresser a chance to offer me advice. Even to offer to possibly stay late after her appointments to correct what she’d done and make sure I was fully happy with my hair, like any hairdresser should do. I called twice and she never called me back, not even once.
After I left the salon for a second time, it wasn’t as bad but still too many tones throughout my hair, she basically just lightened it even more rather than tackling the problem areas. It had lightened to a lighter orange and I was still pretty devastated. I don’t mean to come across vain but when a simple task can’t be simply executed it pisses me off. It makes you think you should have just left it, but then you’re paying to have something done, you expect it to work out, its wasn’t like a was paying a trainee where you might expect a few mistakes. I also don’t mean to come across bitter and mean. I gave my hairdresser a fair enough opportunity to correct her mistake and she chose to ignore her client. To succeed in this industry I know for a fact, thats not how things are done and I wouldn’t expect her to get very far with her current attitude. What was even more dishearting is that the following week I heard a few stories about the salon. How all the staff have become very lazy and are making too many mistakes to point where they had lost a lot of customers, including myself. To be fair, for them to fit me in for an appointment the following day and have someone at least have a go at trying to fix my hair was a great gesture. What ruined it was the back chat. The owner of the salon, bless him, wanted to do everything he could to make me happy however he didnt specialise in colour and only did cuts, but then it makes you think, do any of these hairdressers specialise in colour? I had a different woman this time have a go but I don’t think she liked how I bitched about my hairdresser. I was only telling the truth but to then have her pulling at each strand of my hair, re bleaching it, not even making friendly chat was very uncomfortable. At one point I wanted to cry. I was sitting in a salon, with orange hair, on our two years, trying to get my stupid hair fixed.
Yet again, whilst I appreciated the gesture I didn’t appreciate leaving the salon, for the second time and have this ditsy hairdresser just tell me, put some purple shampoo on it and it’ll be fine. It’ll be fine will it? WILL IT? Ok, well I’ll just take your word for it then, yeah? Piss off.
I completely gave up on that place, that shall never be named and headed straight for Toni and Guy. I marched in there, almost in tears and asked someone to look at my hair. I had this lovely woman sit down with me and discuss some options. I said, I was fed up, my hair is now unhealthy and unhappy, what do I do? I knew in my head that bleaching for a third time was definitely off the cards, A, because it’s common knowledge that over beaching can cause breakage and B, I knew that she’d want me to hold off and religiously use hair masks until my hair was in better condition to then have bleach again. I was correct, however, she suggested that to get through this period of shitty orange hair, applying a nourishing hair dye would definitely do the trick. Therefore I decided to go down the fashion colour route and go pink.
So, I think I’m going to stop there. I’ve proper rambled on but basically, if you get majorly fucked over by a hairdresser, just dye your hair pink. Or head over to your local Toni and Guy and get them to do a smahin’ job. I had a lovely woman sort me right out and she varied with two colours of pink and got really creative. Unfortunately it wasn’t permanent, she did such a great job it looked great and was fun but I only wanted something temporary. it was great that she turned a shitty situation into something very fun and workable. I’ll be forever grateful.
Aislinn – Toni & Guy Colour Technician (Tunbridge Wells)
Instagram – @smashlinn
Just for the record, my current hairdresser is Morgan Hodges Hair. They’re great.