I went to to Vidal Sassoon today to get my hair coloured. It was really fun. The picture to the left does not flatter the colour job. You can barely see the blue which is very noticable in real life. There's also a shadow behind my head that makes the back look like a mullet or I have bushel of hair. But I don't! It's very short.
The day started when I tried to buy breakfast at Whole Foods. I was inside the supermarket and all the employees were looking at me. Every head would turn as I walked by and I was beginning to wonder if I was emitting some horrible odor or if my underwear was showing.
Finally one lady, a grumpy sort of bitch with droopy eyes, gave me a disgusted look, and I asked meekly, "You're not open yet are you?"
"No. How the hell did you get in?" she barked.
"The front was open," I said, and I sort of left out the fact that I crouched under their steel grate that was partially open to get inside.
I got to Vidal and they made me put on one of those body bibs. I thought it was like hospital garmet where the back is where you tie it, but this one was in the front. So I had it on backwards. Then I was wondering if I had to take all my clothes off too because the lady told me to go to the changeroom to do it. I was thinking, why would I need to go to the changeroom unless I was taking off all my clothes? But I decided to be on the safe side and for the sake of Karen's continued employment that I did not take off all my clothes underneath the plastic garmet.
After a short wait (Karen brought me coffee, cookies and a bagel) I met my colourist. A fair skinned, fair haired girl, wispy and cute. She was Estonian and made jokes like "You know, like A-Stoner (in reference to Estonia)." She was afraid that my parents would kill her because she had worked on Karen's hair and she remembers how they reacted to that. After a lot of tin foil (I looked like I was ready for the oven), paint brushing, and burning heat (oh-the-heat), I came out with blonde and purplish colours. She was really surprised at the blonde and said that she was expecting a more gritty grey. The blonde was nice but we decided to do a cobalt blue. So she did a little more magic and I came out with a vibrant blue that should be seen in person.
After that Karen continued to hook me up by getting Joseph, a stylist, to give me a quick trim. He looked at my hair and asked who had cut it before. I told him Karen and he was very surprised at how well she did (she hasn't begun her actual training yet).
Everything was free because it was a creative cut but I wanted to give a big tip since it was so well done and the people were so nice.
I joked that when I become a teacher I could hook my sister up with pencils and any blank paper I steal from the photocopy room.
