So remember when I went got the whole “ombre” thing as a treat to myself for finishing the Whole30? Well, I never told you guys the whole story. I did, however, show you this photo that hinted at the stress surrounding the event. Yea, that bottom left one? That was after spending about four hours in the salon. I hated it and he knew that, but I had to go to work so he promised to fix it the next day. I then proceeded to whine and freak out to all my coworkers throughout my entire shift (sorry, guys) because not only did he have no clue what he was doing (see how he left the bottom layer dark?! And there was NO gradual change in color, it was straight up black to white), but on the phone the lovely receptionist told me it would cost $57 for ombre. Then, after being interrogated about what I had put in my hair before coming to the salon (nothing) because clearly it was my fault that the bleach wasn’t taking to my hair and him having to do it all over again, he said it was very important that he cut off the dead ends because they were so terrible afterward. I said I didn’t want a hair cut, but I figure the three snips he did was on the house. Then I went to pay, quickly since I was running late for work, and she said $110. Apparently a haircut and style (aka blow drying my hair, which is crucial for seeing what color it truly is) costs an extra $50. I was pissed, but I am a passive person who doesn’t want to be late for work so I paid the bia, after scheduling for him to fix it the next day, and left. The next day he toned down the platinum blonde and attempted to put a middle color in and the picture on the bottom right is how it ended up (which I did NOT pay for, by the way) another three hours later. It wasn’t awful, but it was too extreme. I was self-conscious to wear my hair straight, which is the easiest way for me to wear it and I didn’t want to risk spending another $100 just trying to get it fixed.. so I got my sister to help me. I went to Sally’s Beauty Salon and bought dark brown Color Brilliance cream dye with 40 strength whatever-is-in-the-purple bottle, at the suggestion of one of my coworkers. I also bought a bowl, a brush and an extra bottle of dye in case it was bad and I needed to just dye the whole thing. All of those goodies cost me about $20 (versus the “hair cut” and “style” = $50).

We then proceeded to wing it, especially since the directions are for hair professionals who know the jargon. First my trusty sister coated my hair from the roots, leaving a few inches of blonde naked at the bottom. We left it on there for about 20 minutes and then added more dye to where there was only about an inch or less of blonde left uncovered at the bottom. We left that on for another 10 minutes and a very nervous Kensie washed it all out.

Luckily my sister is awesome and it came out exactly how I wanted it. No longer am I embarrassed to use my straightener before going out (when I curled it, it was way less obvious that there was a straight line all around my head, but it takes about 10x longer). It has lightened up a bit since this picture, but it’s still much more of a gradual change in color than it was. No more Cruella Devil for me! Thanks for the help, Brit. You rock.

So there you have it. My tragic hair story. (#firstworldproblems) I figured someone out there was bound to have an incompetent hair stylist who inflicted this disaster on her hair as well and might benefit from an incompetent tutorial of sorts on how to fix said predicament. 

Lesson learned? Don’t get your hair done at Polished Nail and Hair Salon in Ocala, unless you like paying too much and wasting a lot of time. /end rant