Last night I was in tears, contemplating whether to shave my head or, somehow, keep it covered for the next year. I had a serious Hair Color Nightmare; thankfully, because of Annemarie from Rubann Hair Salon, my story has a happy ending.
Up until a couple months ago, I had been okay with the person who was coloring my hair. Then, one day, I got home after having my hair colored and looked in the mirror. I saw a mop of dark reddish-purple with carrot accents mixed in with my medium-brown curls with golden highlights. In fact, when I looked closer, I realized that my hair had more colors than Baskin-Robbins has flavors! I decided to live with it for a month, when I'd have to go back and have my roots done.
So, last week, I returned to the salon for my monthly touch-up. I told the stylist I wanted the color lighter, less red and evened out. I thought everything looked fine when I left, but when I got home and looked into my not-so-friendly mirror, I almost screamed! I thought my hair had an entire spectrum of color before, but I wasn't prepared for the range of blacks, purples, fuchsias and neon oranges that now crowned my head. A 2""-wide ring of BLACK circled the front of my head, from ear to ear, and was striped, zebra-style, with wavy strands of orange and purple--colors that don't do a lot for my pale skin and blue eyes.
So, I called the salon and made an appointment to have my color fixed. And that's where you came in--last night, me in tears. It was hard to imagine that my hair could have ended up looking worse after being ""fixed,"" but it did--A LOT!!!!
I stayed up over half the night researching who in the city could save my hair. I narrowed my findings down to five people, and then read as much as I could about each. While they all seemed like they might be up to the challenge, the one person whom EVERYONE just couldn't praise enough was Annemarie from Rubann Salon. Anyone who discussed Annemarie did so with such reverence--as if she were some kind of miracle-worker. I figured, even if she weren't a miracle-worker, she sounded as if she could at least make my mane resemble something human.
After a sleepless night, I called Rubann and spoke with Annemarie. I explained what had happened, and she asked if I could come in within the hour, and, of course, I said yes. When I got to the salon, the receptionists at the front desk were extremely friendly, as was the woman who gave me the robe to change into. I was escorted to a chair, and within moments Annemarie--who would soon become my savior--appeared. She studied my hair, then brought me a book with different hair colors to see which one I wanted my hair to most closely resemble. Then she got to work. In a matter of no time, she had painted dozens and dozens of sections of my hair and enclosed them in sheets of foil. There was so much silver in my hair, if the sun had been shining in, I would have had third-degree burns!
There is no one nicer, calmer, more reassuring, kinder than Annemarie. You can't help but love her!!! She promised me I would leave happy, and three hours later, I did. Well, actually, that's not quite true. I left ECSTATIC!!! Annemarie hadn't just fixed the mess so that I could actually be seen in public again, she had made my hair look better than it ever had!!! In fact, I have already gotten more compliments on my hair in the few hours since I left Rubann than I probably have in an entire year!!!
Annemarie is my new colorist. Not only does she understand color better than anyone I've ever met, she understands--and delivers--the color that 's right for your face, your complexion, etc. Annemarie is now the only person I will ever let touch my hair with a color-laden brush!
I should add that, while I was at Rubann, I spoke to three other people who had become Annemarie devotees because she had transformed similar train wrecks on better!!!!!