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I 've got very thick, very long, very curly hair not to mention very little time for it. This past visit to Aveda's student institute was my 4th in over two years, and my hair (from doing my own CVS sale-priced box-jobs for the last year) was a bleached-out, multi-colored nightmare. \r
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When I sat down with my student -- a charming, confident and stoic gal by the name of Sarabel, who strangely (or appropriately) enough sports a completely shaved head -- I confessed to her the sale boxes I'd been using for roots touch-ups. I told her: the bleach blonde thing, while fun at 30 and at 33, was, at 35, ultimately washing me out and making me look tired. She pulled my hair around my shoulders and face and said, ""You have fabulous hair, but I couldn't agree with you more.""\r
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Only a self-sacraficing, ego-riddled or completely ignorant stylist would attempt going anywhere near my head solo -- and as most are at least 2 of these things, I usually walk out of most places with a wet head. \r
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However, Sarabel, even before pulling an instructor to her station, pulled another student, Megan, a sweet peach-faced girl from the south (and an aspiring color expert) to our station for a learning consensus and an extra set of hands. \r
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As Sarabel spouted out what sounded like an authoritive, scientific round of color-based mathematical formulations in Swahili to her instructor, Megan mixed and mixed and mixed and came back balancing at least six different bowls in her arms. The instructor warned Megan of the time and complexity involved, yet she insisted on staying. \r
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Needless to say, I was in and out of there colored, cut and blown out straight (tea-fetching inclusive) in less than 3 hours. Record time for my experience at Aveda. I have a beautiful, beautiful color and a nice (if not flattering cut) that has been garnering compliments and turning many a head.\r
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Thanks, girls!
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