With drug-store hair dye kits — especially those on sale — you get what you pay for
By Kelly Hockenberry, Columnist, The Times
This is what happens when you try to act like a professional hair colorist/stylist and you aren’t one. You end up in a chair with foil on your head and a cloak of shame.
I have written about this very topic before and in my typical “know-it-all-ness”, I sound like I have it all figured out. The problem? I rarely take my own advice. So, when my roots had gotten to the point where a pony tail was no longer the solution, I wandered into CVS and bought a box off of the shelf.
Here’s the interesting part…the color that I had been using was discontinued. RED FLAG. Emphasis on “red.” I chose a hue that sounded intriguing and plunked down my $8. Bargain, right?
What’s that saying, “you get what you pay for?” Ummmmm, clearly.
The selfies of shame. Your author is saved from a “bargain” hair dye by our friends at Nicolas Anthony.
For those of you who saw me at the (indoor) Unionville basketball game with a knit beanie securely in place, now you know why.
My hair soaked up that color like nobody’s business. The top of my head was at least 3 shades brighter than the rest of my hair. And, it was florescent. NOT good.
I frantically called Nicholas Anthony Salon in Willowdale the next morning and was offered a 10:00am appointment. A mere 2 and ½ hours later, Laura (aka: The Miracle Worker) had transformed me back into someone who could walk around in public without a hat.
The moral of this story is that there are some things you should leave to people who are trained professionals. For example, I think that waxing your own eyebrows has the potential for disaster. Clipping your own cuticles. Injecting your own Botox (even though I would probably still try if given the opportunity! Ha!)
The price of beauty. It is a necessary evil, ladies. Am I right?
Happy Weekend!
