Shittiest dye job I’ve ever done. So shitty that I didn’t even bother wearing gloves and now my right hand is stained violette.
The salon across @margaritaqueen’s house seems to have gone out of business because I dropped by twice in the past week and they were closed (though I once saw their dog hanging out by the door). I went to them a couple of months ago to do my roots because I didn’t have time and Michelle did a pretty bang up job; even offered me sage advice (that is: hair spas are useless on bleached hair, opt for keratin treatments instead). I promised to return but I guess their location didn’t bring in much business.
So I went to this other neighborhood salon last week to get my roots touched up. I wasn’t happy with it and Gretchen even missed a spot by my nape. They were very nice, though. I tolerated the hot roots for a couple of days until I decided I’ve had enough of it. Today, I went out to get developer and HBC bleach (the only bleach I swear by when I DIY it). I went to two HBC stores before being informed that all branches were out of bleach and though they’ve already put in a request for it, they had no idea when they’d be getting a new shipment.
I went to the nearest Hortaleza store and got a tub of Shinemoist bleach AND I NEVER LEARN MY LESSON. I’ve used the same brand before, when I was still blonde, and I remember it barely lifted any color. I asked the saleslady if they had any blue bleach and she told me blue and white bleach are basically the same. NO NO NO. Against my better judgment (and maybe due to dumb optimism that maybe it’d work this time around), I shelled out 350 bucks on my second tub of Shinemoist (I think I threw out the first one).
SHIT DOES NOT WORK.
AND NOW MY HAIR IS HORRID. Some ends are rubbery. GUMMY HAIR IS A SIGN THAT YOU HAVE BASICALLY BORKED YOUR SHIT. My hair has not been this damaged since I started dyeing it pink last December!!! I’ve been pretty proud because on most days, my hair is soft and fluffy (except when it’s sweaty hot), thanks to regular keratin treatments and Moroccan argan oil.
I had to fight off the urge to head to the 24-hour Reyes Haircutters in mah hood to get them to bleach it again because shit is already gross and I don’t really need to damage it some more.
Anyway, I diluted some Crazy Color in Violette in conditioner and just smeared it on the top of my head. And then I mixed up another batch with less conditioner and smeared some more.
Whatever. It’s just hair.