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.