Dip Dye December

Truth be told, I was getting bored with my hair. And as usual, when I'm bored, I want change and usually ends up involving scissors.

But I resisted temptation, made an appointment with the lovely Alice and let *her* decide what I should do.

I was thinking of going black with streaks of red but she talked me out of it. Knowing how little time I have on my hands and how difficult it is for me to come see her (my employee bumpable services often get bumped for paying customers. To get in to see her by paying services I have to book weeks ahead.) We decided to do a dip dye.

Essentially she painted on the bleach on the ends only with a technique called balayage  where she has full control of the gradient and intensity of the bleach. Once she rinsed that out, she added the color  then I went off to get blown dry.

Usually she does the whole service, but let me tell you. We'd JUST gotten started and she'd put the bleach on the bottom most layers of my hair -- already the section that'd been pre-bleached and treated almost a year or so ago and therefore, the most delicate. Anyhow, she was prepping the medium layer when the freakin' fire alarm went off.

This is why I love her; instead of chancing a false alarm or leaving the bleach on for too long, we did a pit stop by the sink to rinse out what she'd just done. See, she knows how hair obsessed I am. Although I'm laid back and let her play with the color and style of my hair, I WANT length. Bleaching my hair too much would cause so much damage I'd have to get a haircut. That's a no no. I'm already irritated I had to get so many cuts this year as it is in an effort to grow out those fucking layers! >.<

Anyhow, good thing we did too. As we wound up waiting a little over an hour for the all-clear form the fire department. (There was a gas leak in the movie theaters above the salon.)

In the end, she convinced me to stay instead of rescheduling. She put on the bleach, let me process then left me to work on her next guest. She came back as her guest was processing, washed out my hair, put in the red and let me process while she went to her other guest. Then a colleague dried and styled my hair.

I LOVE the look. Too bad I didn't take pictures of the curls. Oh well. I'll make bandana curls on Wednesday and I'll show them.

We left the topmost of my hair untouched so I don't have to deal with grow out and having to come in every six weeks. I deposit manic panic on top of the sections anyway so I'll do that every other month or so. (Its how I managed to maintain the previous dye job she gave me in January to begin with!)