I wanted to like this place. Nice enough people. Nice enough salon. I thought I liked the outcome when I glanced in the mirror there, but the more I look at my new ""do"" the more upset I get. I'm not at all sure how long layers translates into the abstract, but I'm hoping it was his idea of art. Because I haven't seen any new trends that would excuse precise scissor strikes randomly placed from my ears on down as ""style"". Seriously? This is a ""professional"" cut?
And the highlights... oh dear. When I mustered up the guts to pull it all back into a pony tail, I almost cried. Not sure what is worse, looking like a yorkshire terrier from the shag or a tuba. Maybe the lighting is bad in the salon, but when I specifically asked to avoid brassiness, this is exactly what I was worried about. While there, I assured myself that professionals don't do that anymore, but I am bright orange. But hey, maybe I wasn't specific enough. sob.
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