When will I learn? When? I’m like a retarded child who keeps touching the stove to see if it is still hot. And I keep getting burned.
I decided that I wanted to dye my hair. I haven’t done it in over a year… which is about the longest I have gone without colouring it since I was, oh, about 18. Truly exciting. I don’t really care for my own hair colour, to be honest. It looks a little like mouse fur. And lately, it has been looking like ageing mouse fur, which I don’t support. In the least.
Today after work I went to the salon to have it cut and coloured. At least the cut was okay! But the colour. Whoo-boy. It wasn’t that the colours weren’t right, it was a nice blonde and a lovely red. However. HOWEVER! The way that he APPLIED the dye was horrible! HORRIBLE! OH THE HUMANITY! I have never wished that I carried a hat around more than I did today, I would have been mortified if anyone had actually witnessed the monstrosity that was my head.
I don’t know what made the stylist think THIS was a good idea… he applied the colour in stripes. Yes, I said STRIPES. It looked so weird! And… and wrong. I couldn’t have pulled off that particular dye job if I was a fourteen year old boy pretending to be all bad-assed and gansta.
The other thing was… well, I just didn’t have the heart to tell him how much I hated it. He seemed so proud of himself. Crazy Corean. So instead of refusing to pay, or asking it to be redone, or otherwise making a scene, I thanked him, paid him off, and ran to the nearest store that sold boxes of hair dye.
It now looks mostly normal, but very orangey-red. I can live with it, even though I think I can still detect those stripes under there. Aurgh! That is the LAST time I try that in Korea.