I got my hair done today.
Love the cut.
He was fabulous.
Then he sent me to the "colorist".
I said, "pas orange et pas rouge".
Then I went into what I'm sure was a bit confusing French about how my hair "pulls" red.
"Fait attention, ma cheveux tire rouge."
She must have thought "white-y" was talking crazy, so she did as she wanted.
I saw her mix one color.
I tell her, the best I can, my hair does better with three colors.
She tells me no.
So, I breath deep and let her have her way.
First lesson of the day, learn how to stand up for myself.
Second lesson of the day, the French in fact do NOT do everything better than their USA counterpart as some may believe.
First off, application is everything, and the half ass, I'm all to important to put that much effort into this job does not cut it when dealing with hair. In fact, you may get through the day with
this way of working when employed at La Poste or Le Restaurant, but NOT Le hair salon.
A lesson to my French colorist, this is blonde,
this is BRASSY, orange with pulled red:
In fact dear hair dresser, you knew your "way" was not so great when in fact you said in French, "Ah, you were right, your hair pulls red, is one of your parents a red head?"
I of course can't see it at this point, but when I did get a glimpse of my head and you got my reaction you knew you SUCKED!
Yes, you tried to remedy the situation, by giving me free chocolate bars, and telling me it will look good in a few days and when I go to the beach it will lighten, blah, blah, blah.
But, in fact Aidan's friend, a three year old summed it up best after school:
"You got the sun on your head!"