Kitten a Go-Go

We haven't talked about my hair in ages. AGES.

I know that absolutely no one cares about my hair as much as I do.  Perhaps Kristin cares a little bit because it is a small piece of her livelihood, but whatever.  I care about my hair.  Deeply.  So we're going to talk about it. 

I made the earth shattering decision recently.  I decided to let my hair grow out and go back to my natural color.  Here's my rationale.

My hair has been falling out in giant clumps on a daily basis.  This is thyroid related and, in addition, it is a side effect of Diflucan, which I take to banish the candida.  Because of how much has fallen out, it is growing back and my hair has lots of annoying little wispy pieces and looks broken.  I don't want to piss off those new hairs by immediately attacking them with hair color.  My natural hair color is still pretty light and doesn't have any gray yet (that we can see), so it seems like this is the time to go natural, while my hair grows back and gets stronger. 

I'm curious to see what it looks like.  It's been a really long time.  From the top of my hair, it still looks beige.  More like the color of wet sand since it is a really ashy blonde.  So, we'll see what happens.  I hope that it isn't hideous as it grows out.  My beloved Kristin (now at Suite One in Summerlin) will put a toner on it when it gets too two-toned.  So, brace yourselves.  In a year, perhaps we'll see what my hair should actually look like.  (and i'm sure I will immediately want highlights!)

Yeah, They're Starting

It's time for some jersey posts.  My hair looks sooooooo much better in Jersey...

I love my hair. A lot.

I mean, seriously, how cute does my hair look in this picture?  I got a blow out today before I went to get my work portrait done.  I love Kristin for making my hair look so pretty.  I love her a lot.

A trip across the country and I'm still talking about my hair.

None of my pictures are ready for view yet.  Except a handful of family shots.  Way overexposed.  So I have to do some editing.  But look at this shot.  Look at my hair.  It looks great, doesn't it?  Yeah, because I was in Jersey.  My hair always looks better in Jersey.  It's the water.  Oh, and I bothered to put make up on. 

My Beloved Hair

We haven't had a long talk about my hair in ages.  It seems that the number one search that people use to get here is Liquid Salon in Henderson, NV.  I stopped going there months ago, so sorry if you were hoping to see more on them. 

After I went home at Thanksgiving and was told my hair color was boring by one of my former stylists, I broke up with Liquid.  Based on my stylist's recommendation, I tried Arcs, one of the Robert Cromeans Salons at Mandalay Bay.  I LOVED it, but it is insanely expensive.  And as you know from my previous post, I am POOR.  So I also tried another place, but I went back to Arcs after the girl got the cut wrong.

I've been trying to let it grow for ages.  But it seems like everyone else, I grew sick of it.  And after the aforementioned bad haircut (she stroked my hair and that is a no-no for someone with hair texture like mine), it looked like crap.  So back to Arcs I went.  My beloved Kristin cut off about two inches of super bad and it is looking fantastic again.  It's about chin length.  It's probably similar to what everyone sees in their head when they think of me. 

Another search gone Kittenagogo

Dear person that got to my blog by searching for   how can i cut my hair in layers myself,

Please let me offer you this simple word of advice:  do not cut your own damn hair.  I believe if I have anything to offer the world, it is that you should go to  good salon or your hair will look like poo. 

In my case, my hair always ended up looking like the bottom of  pond because I was way more into home hair color than home shearing.  but still, it won't go well.  Do not cut your own hair.  don't you remember what happened when you tried to cut your own bangs when you were little?  Exactly.  Step away from the scissors...

Xoxo,
Danielle (whose hair is looking particularly good because of the water that makes the shampoo lather)

My new hair is OUTSTANDING.

Because I'm a dork and I take pictures when I get my hair done. Whatever. This shot is mostly so you can get a glimpse of the scary sponge painted hell that is my parents bathroom.
Originally uploaded by kittenagogo.

Feel free to praise it in the comments. And also feel free to take shots at the bathroom decor. I can't stop taking shots at it. It's almost impossible to resist such temptation.

I'm Back Bitches!!!

I went to Trilogy Salon (in Newark, DE) today.  Allen and I had some really special time together.  He is some kind of color wizard.  I sat in the chair and he tried to be sweet about what he saw.  He said it looked boring.  I frowned and said make it not boring.  He smiled.  He knows what I like and he got down to business. 

The result is the best hair I've had in ages.  Light blonde highlights with some dark brown lowlights (but not chunky).  He took a lot of the scary weight off of the back of my hair and cleaned up the cut a lot.  He took a lot of hair off without taking a lot of the length, although i can no longer rock the ponytail. 

In conclusion, I finally have hot hair again.  It's been a long time.  Now, tomorrow, i will be the complete package when i get my brows back.

Mmmmm, Counting

Only nineteen days left until I am home and sitting in a chair at Trilogy, getting this hideous head of hair fixed.  I am currently sporting the most unattractive roots on earth.  Sorry, it is 2006.  I mean regrowth.

The Audition was Successful. In Three or Four Months, They'll Get a Callback

Yesterday was the big hair appointment.  I went to Liquid Salon in Henderson.  Since I feel no worries about a defamation claim, I can report that I saw Ana. 

When I got there, I noted that the salon was cute.  My new stylist, Ana, was quite nice and made me feel comfortable.  We began our time together with a long discussion of the many things that were wrong with my hair.  She said that the foils weren't as bad as I thought from last time, but the spacing was totally off.  The plan was to give me finer highlights that went down further in the back and to do the rest in a color close to my natural. 

Blah blah blah, she did my color.  She shampooed me and listened to my many concerns regarding the oil slick that is my hair.  She used a shampoo that I've never heard of that reduces oiliness.  In fact, she sent me home with a sample and since it is something that they don't normally carry, she said they could special order it if I liked it.  (She scored bit points with that one.) 

The cut.  I pointed out the six hundred things that Cielo girl screwed up.  She told me that I have to suck it up and deal with a couple of things until they grow out.  She did what she could to fix the weird layers.  It is no longer crooked. 

I still don't like the cut, but that's not her fault.  Unless I wanted to hack most of it off, there's not much that can be done until it grows out a bit more.  The color looks MUCH better.  Stef said it did today and I believe her this time.  The biggest difference is in the back.  That looks considerably better because it isn't two drastically different colors.  The highlights are natural enough and the spacing is correct. 

As long as my horn doesn't form on Monday morning, I suppose I won't be embarrassed to go out in public.

Tomorrow is a very important day for me

I am auditioning another new salon.  Since the Cielo girl is pretty low on my list of hair care providers, I went a-huntin' for someone new.  A friend recommended a salon called Liquid.  The owner's name is Jeremy.  It seemed meant to be.

But I waited too long to schedule an appointment and he was booked through the end of the month.  Frankly, this made me want to see him even more.  If he's that booked, he must be good.  After a conversation in which I'm quite certain he thought I was insane, he had one of his people call me back.  A female.

[It's been a while since a female has done my hair.  For a while, it seemed that the mere act of applying color and cutting my beloved locks was a hormone stimulant and they all got knocked up immediately after I grew attached.  Which meant that they were often taken away from me because they always decided that caring for their newborn was more important than caring for the object of my obsession.  I better warn this one before she begins about my potential effect on her fertility.]

My hair is currently crooked and a very strange color.  It is my desire that my hair no longer be crooked.  She also needs to fix the hideous layers.  I could have done them myself without a mirror or comb.  She must also start fresh with a new color all over and then partial highlights.  There is no reason why the back of my hair is the color of fecal matter and there are white streaks on the left side.  That's poor bleach application and shoddy foil work. 

I do not want to scare tomorrow's girl.  However, I need her to understand that this is important.  I re-enter the working world on Monday.  I cannot do it with bad hair.  She needs to get this right or I will weep in her chair. 

She has expressive eyes

We went out to dinner with Stef and Glenn last night.  She made the following remarks to me throughout the evening.  She thinks that I can't translate what she is saying, but I can.

"Your hair looks like someone cut it with a dull letter opener."

"I've never seen highlights that literally look like they've been drawn on with a yellow sharpie highlighter.  Until now."

"You are an idiot and you will never pass the bar.  Give up studying now and go serve drinks at the Glitter Gulch." 

Today's result

I went to the hair place.  It was alright.  After a mix-up, i waited 30 minutes because it seems that the girl didn't know I was there.  Whatever. 

I am not bothering to take a picture because all of you know exactly what my hair looks like right now.  Ok, bring up a picture of me in your head from before I started to let my hair grow.  You know, the bob with the stacked back.  That's it.  I'm back there.  I told her to go heavy on the highlights because I hate my natural color and she was happy to oblige.  So that's it.  It looks better.

I'm a little sad because my ponytail is gone.  But then I'm happy immediately upon thinking about it because my poop slime mullet is also gone.  Another plus - it will take no time to dry.

What's more important than the bar?

My hair. 

Since I cannot take the poop slime mullet look anymore, I interviewed three salons today.  One was located right next to the meat market, so I made an appointment there for Tuesday at 1:30 for full highlights and a cut.  Then we went to two more places, just to be sure that I made the correct decision.  Indeed I did. 

The place I'm trying is called Cielo.  It looks like a slightly less upscale version of my old salon, Trilogy.  They have bumble products, so I like that too.  We'll see how it goes.

I think it is time to return to the bob.  A longer version than before, but virtually the same concept.  The layers look horrible since my hair sticks to my head in the flattest version of hair that this Jersey girl has ever seen.  I've been using gobs of mousse (go ahead, take a shot - i don't care) to manage the issue.  It looks slightly better, but still hate it. 

I am also not liking this color too much. the bottom/back is way too dark compared to the light highlights on the top.  So, screw it, I'll go light blonde again.  Once I start paying on the loans, I'll get a freaking part time job to fund my hair care needs.

So, we'll see.  I am going to try not to bore you for the next few days with talk of my hair.  But it is way easier to concentrate on my hair than the other thing.

Additional Commentary on My Hair

Today, when I met Stef at the Fitness Cathedral, I had my mullet pulled back in a ponytail.  As she knows my current frustrations, she made positive comments and verbally encouraged me not to cut my hair off with orange handled kitchen scissors.

Her eyes, on the other hand, said "Please cut it.  I am curious to see what will happen.  In fact, I dare you.  Since you are going to fail the bar, it doesn't matter what your hair looks like since you are going to rip it out in clumps soon.  I want to laugh at you.  CUT IT." 

Let's cut to the chase, shall we...

My hair looks like shit.  The current cut and the impact of the new water are making it look like Florence Henderson in the later seasons of the Brady Bunch.  I realize that I live in Henderson now, but I don't think that means I want to look like her. 

I think I need to get it cut.  Which leads to the tiny issue of the fact that i don't have a damn salon.  Two things could happen with a new salon.  It might look fine.  But it might look so hideous that I stop leaving the house entirely.  Then I will fail the bar and it will all be because I have bad hair. 

This sucks.  Must decide what to do.  Considering cutting off the longest layer myself and then just go somewhere and have them fix what I have done.  Because, if i do it myself, I can't be angry with them.  And if that's where I'm headed, I might as well lighten things up a bit too.  The current color is a bit too drab. 

Oh, and it looks like it is coated with slime and it sticks to my head.  Like a slimy blonde streaked poop brown helmet.  Awful.  It might be time to go back to the bob.  A longer version, but the same damn cut.