Since I am a bi-annual cut and color girl, a trip to the hair place is usually a giant treat with bold print and sparkles. I haven't touched (not literally) my hair since Weddings 2006 and girl, it was dull. And broomy on the ends.
So with my hard-earned cash I went to the tony Charlie Miller, recommended from my Cambridge salon... in the heart of New Town.
"Warm," I requested. (thinking, "How I miss Rebecca at Axis so very much")
"Cherry Garcia," she musta heard.
I asked that it NOT be a shade unknown to natural hair and that it NOT look pink in the daylight.
It fails both tests. I don't care what Lexie thinks, red does not suit me.
Mark came to meet me at the salon and took 2 steps back when he saw me.
I washed it twice and it rinsed pink into the tub.
It bled pink on my white towels.
I awoke to pink splotches on my white pillow case.
I am going for the dreaded Color Correction on Thursday.
A cautionary tale to those who want warm hair color. Say brown.