Attempt number 1: the woman dyed half my hair reddish-brown with flicky blonde highlights merrily poking through from the underlayer, a hairstyle akin to what I believe Justin Bieber's mother would sport. She also blow-dried my hideous barnet into a style last seen on the set of Dynasty. I swear a couple of children started crying when the horror of yours truly passed them that day.
The next couple of attempts left me with contrasting brunette on top, blonde underneath a la My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, only with less tan and without the 20stones-worth of wedding dress (complete with LED mechanical butterflies, of course).
Attempt number 3: occurred two months ago. This time I came prepared, pictures of 90210 star Shenae Grimes in hand to use in reference to the style I wanted. I explained carefully the ins and outs of what each individual hair on my head should look like, leaving no room for mistakes. EIGHT HOURS AND THREE ATTEMPTS LATER I left the salon with nothing remotely like the picture that now lay angrily scrunched up in the hairdressers bin. Images of hacking off Shenae Grimes' locks and ceremoniously burning them while laughing manically flashed through my mind.
Fast forward to now, I have worked my way back to sanity and have booked myself an appointment with a trusted friend/hairdresser for next Tues. I shall still be bringing a picture for reference (Billie Piper this time), and I have everything crossed that this time it shall be a success story and not a tale of woe. Will our friendship have remained intact by this time next week? Only time will tell...
Peace
x
Shenae Grimes
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