There is something to be said for the imaginative; those who have this fantastical idea of what is within reach and achievable. They are fucking idiots.
Take, for example, those who venture into the world of makeovers expecting a lifetime of damaged hair to be magically whipped into beautifully colored and textured tresses of begging-to-be-stroked locks. Get real, sisters.
When you want something, it can certainly blind you to the realistic realm of what may actually be plausible. Being impulsive has certainly caused me to chop my hair into a mohawk and dye it freakishly glorious hues of blue and green but I always maintained the knowledge that going back was not an option. Go big or go home. If you're going to put yourself through the mill, don't expect to come out on the other side shining and healthy... at least not anytime soon.
My latest challenge was going from salon-colored dark hair to as blond as I can be, for the time being. Working in a salon and being surrounded by experts afforded me the good fortune of honest opinions and safe-handling during such an arduous process; a process that has taken 15 hours and is not over yet. This same process caused more pain than my longest tattoo session and forced me to admit to my co-workers that I do, in fact, have feelings. Tears welling up in my eyes as the toner touched my freshly bleached scalp are not easy to hide in the harsh lights of a daytime salon appointment. I'd like to think these gals think no less of me. *sniff sniff*
But I digress, as I sit here and wonder why this particular client has a look on her face that tells the story of a girl who is not entirely thrilled with her outcome. It is a process, my dear, and you waltzed in here with store-bought box color on your head and unwilling to part with more than two-inches of your length. These ladies and gentleman are not magicians and they are not willing to make you look awful and stamp their names on it. These people are professionals and whether or not you have the head capable or mimicking the look of a lead singer of some emo-screamo-chick band or you have to take baby steps toward a funky new 'do, they will not steer you wrong.
Trust me, patience is key. We all want to look like someone else, but short of a miracle and a few hundred-thousand dollars, all we have to offer you is professional opinion, top of the line product and time.
So dream a little dream, baby. Your day will come.
