so, last week, after posting some rather disheveled hair photos, i decided my hair could use a good trimmin'. i've never had a go-to salon in new york; i got free bumble & bumble haircuts when i first moved here, and since have skipped around from place to place, never finding one i was totally happy with.
[movie announcer VO voice] until now.
my experience at arrojo was such a good one, start to finish - they really listened, did a great job with my color, and treated me like a princess the whole time (not to mention i LOVED mary, the colorist who gave me my strawberry blonde. i've never had a stylist so easy to talk to.) so i decided to give them a call and see if they'd be able to give me a refreshed pixie cut, and while they were at it, take me allll the way to blondey blonde blonde. they happily gave me an appointment for saturday morning, and 5 hours later, i walked out with this.
i couldn't be happier. i'd wanted a super blonde all along - i figured if you're going, you should go all out, right? well, my hair is THICK, and there is lots of it - even going from the coppery blonde that i was on friday to this white-blonde took FOUR HOURS. the analogy they used was this: you could drive from new york to los angeles without stopping, but once you arrived you'd be completely frazzled, worn out and worthless. the same is basically true of your hair. by going gradually lighter - i actually started out with a darker, more coppery blonde, which you can see in the photo the salon took, then went a tiny bit lighter the next day - my hair had some time to recuperate and recover some of its moisture & shine. waiting a little while in between also lets the stylist adjust the tone of the color a bit, seeing how it's worn on me.
tabitha was my colorist and she was absolutely amazing. i plopped down in the chair and told her i wanted to go white blonde, having no idea how much work that was really asking - i think it took about 3 shampoos, 2 bleach cycles and 12 batches of dye to get it this color, and she did it all cheerfully, explaining what she was doing along the way (your roots get the bleach first, for example, so they lighten up to the color of the rest of your hair before putting bleach all up in there. makes sense, but it never would have occurred to me.) she refused to let me walk out of there without the perfect color, even if it meant rescheduling my haircut (which it did, and which she totally handled for me.) martina, my stylist who had to wait about three hours longer than she'd expected, gave me a killer cut that still gave me some room for styling, and really shows off the new color. i couldn't be happier, and i can't imagine i'll ever go anywhere else for a haircut.
more soon to come. this weird in between weather has be panicking to get dressed in the morning, leaving no time for a photo - yeah, #firstworldproblems. lots of gratuitous pretty clothing photos to come, though, i swear.
happy almost friday!