Sorry about the scalp burn. *grumbles* I love my hairdresser. LOVE her. She does a great job and is a complete doll. She owns her own shop and works with a few other hairdressers... including her sister. Her sister is also a complete doll. Her ability to lighten hair is... lacking. The last time she did my hair I ended up with blisters on my head. Painful, seeping blisters. Yeah, it was sexy. After politely telling my friend (after making her swear not to tell) that her sister made me look like a burn victim, I swore I'd never let the sister touch my head again. So of course I called to get my hair done last week and the sister answered. I bitched and moaned about how I really needed it done and couldn't wait to come in. She made my appointment and then casually mentioned that my friend was in Iran for a wedding and she would be doing my hair. Shit. I put on my best game face and said I couldn't wait to see her and no, I wouldn't be needed a haircut *just yet*. On Saturday I thought about canceling, but decided to give her another chance. She mentioned how my friend wrote out instructions about EXACTLY how much to use so I figured we were in the clear. WRONG! After she applied the lightener my head already felt like it was on fire. I'm already blonde so it's not like you need a lot. The sister disappeared (she was running in between customers) and when she reappeared it didn't hurt so bad. It was probably from the charred skin losing all sensation, but whatever. By the next morning my hair looked fabulous and my head looked like a burn victim again. Okay, maybe not that bad... but ya know. Now I have to deal with a week's worth of pain, blisters and crappy hair (using a blow dryer is totally out of the question) until my scalp heals. The things we do for beauty... and friendship.

I decided to take some extra time to purty myself up. You know, a 'me' day. I figured I'd save some money and do it myself instead of going to the salon. That was my first mistake. I spent extra time in the shower with some leave in conditioner and even did my nails. The result? Maaavolus....ly sad. My hair had some sort of frizz thing going on that made me look like a two dollar crack-ho and my nails... *sigh* I started the nails around 11AM. First coat was clear, then when that dried a second coat of Rose Amethyst (where do they think these names up?). After that dried I put on a third coat of RA. Around 2:30pm I finally put on the top clear coat and waited for it to dry. And waited... and waited. I worked on my hair again, putting some sort of oil in it to take out the frizz and managed to give it a shiny look. The last time I tried it I looked like that kid in your eighth grade math class that sat in the back and was teased about OPEC calling them to make a deal. This morning I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom to bush my teeth. I groggily looked down at my nails and almost choked on the toothpaste. They had the imprint of my sheets all over them. Sonofabitch! Now I have to try some sort of half-assed touch-up before I go to work. The meaning of the story: you get what you pay for.