Extreme Hair Makeovers

I have a new hairdo.  It is bold; it is black; and it is purple.  In other words totally awesome.  I feel like I'm copying my friend Eliza by blogging about my new hair but I have a tale to tell.  It involves my hair, a jackpot, aliens, a car crash, and stalking.

First lets back up a little bit.  I have been having trouble finding a good stylist.  The woman who did my hair (and did a fabulous job at that) basically dropped off the face of the earth about 3 yrs ago.  I was told she went to a different salon but was never able to re-connect. 
So thus began my search for a new stylist.  I took a suggestion from my co-workers, but I didn't really like her, nor the way she did my hair.  I tried a random person at the same salon, didn't like her either. 

I sorta liked the stylist behind my apartment but she let an apprentice cut my hair.  There I was minding my own business, zoning out while my color baked and she says to me, "Is it okay if so and so washes out your color?"  I am fine with that.  So I sit down, he washes it out and I go back to the styling chair.  I have confession, when I am getting my hair done, I keep my eyes mostly shut as I can't really see anything anyway, since I am blind as a bat without my glasses on and I get a little woozy without them.  Next thing I know he's cutting my hair.  Lets just say, I never went back.

I again tried several random spots but finally just got sick of it all and let my hair go.  I let the color grow out completely and usually wore it in a ponytail to keep the static down. 

My friend Sarah went to this place called Too Hotties Haircuts.  It intruiged me greatly.  I was getting pretty tired of my hair.  It was starting become this big giant ball of frizz.  So as I won a little money gambling, I thought what the heck.  It is time to take a chance.

I made the appointment for last Thursday.  The inside of the salon was pretty cool it had a pool table and free samples from Freeds Bakery (yummy).  I also decided to do an exotic color. I decided on black with purple highlights.  I figured this was the type of place to have that.  The stylist was friendly and funny.  We talked for quite awhile so she could figure out what I was really looking for and off she went to mix my colors.  For the first time ever I got highlights, so I'd never seen my head covered in aluminium.  It was perfect protection from the aliens trying to read my mind but I decided the risk from lighting strikes to be higher than the danger from random alien scans. . .I wish I'd taken a picture of it.  Maybe next time for prosperity.  She cut my hair perfectly but the purple color didn't really take. It was more of a dark red, than even being close to a purple.  She offered for me to come back on Saturday and she'd see if she could fix it.  First time I'd ever had that happen.  Sounded good to me.

So on Saturday morning I stop at Panera to get me an egg and cheese soufle for breakfast before my hair appointment.  I am waiting at the corner of Jeffrys and Eastern.  The light turns green. I take my foot off the brake.   Oops I got a flake of soufle on my shirt, I look down to brush it of and wham I smack into the car in front of me.  We got a green not an arrow.  Dammit.  Luckily it doesn't look to bad.  No damage to my Jeep, but the Lexus's bumper is dimpled.  We pull off into the parking lot and exchange information.  No word yet on how much but I don't think it'll be too bad.  Keep you're fingers crossed.

Anyway, I made it to my hair appointment and she put this easter egg purple color all over my head.  Turned all the streaks dark purple just like I wanted it.  Better yet, she didn't charge me anything.  Woot.  And my hair rocks like a star.

Now you're probably wondering where the stalking comes in.  Turns out the couple that I rear-ended went to Freed's Bakery which is right next to Too Hotties.  When he called me to tell me the body shop wouldn't be able to do an estimate until Monday, he accused me of stalking them (teasingly) as he saw me walk into the hair salon.  Whatever, as everyone knows, I'm way to much of a slacker to put enough effort into truly stalking someone.  I'm sure they're stalking me, but not to worry.  I can take'em.

I'm not as cool as Eliza, as I didn't take before or after pics.  I'll post an after one on my flickr.  If you know me you know where it's at.

Rachel