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My Colorist Only Did Things on His Terms, and It Drove Us Apart

I started getting my hair done by a friend of mine, and at the time, I really didn’t know what a good colorist was. The guy I went to specialized in blonde, and it was an era when blonde ombre was all the rage. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved—and still love—the ombre trend. But as far as blonde is concerned, it’s not a color for me.

I’m a natural very dark brunette, and I still have moderate PTSD from my attempts at chunky blonde highlights in high school. What was I thinking? Anyway, fast-forward, my colorist convinced me to let him do a blonde ombre look. It looked good for a few washes and then became brassy and gross. He then tried it again and it was just bad. It made my skin look washed out. It was just a bad look for me.

For the longest time, I wanted a cool burgundy look. I’d been eyeing a particular hue for years, and when I approached my colorist about it, he insisted it wasn’t a good look and that I should do more blonde. Because I didn’t know any better, I went ahead and made an appointment, but not without apprehension. I went to bed the night before the appointment and had a terrible dream of regret. I texted him the next day and told him I didn’t feel comfortable doing more blonde. I really wanted red. We went back and forth and I told him I just didn’t feel comfortable shelling out money for something I wasn’t entirely keen on.

He had been giving me a friends discount, which was certainly nice, but as they say, you get what you pay for—and I wasn’t getting top-tier work. After much back and forth, he snarkily suggested I go to his rival colorist at the salon. “Maybe she’ll do it for free!” he snapped. I don’t think he was prepared for what happened next, which was me immediately saying, “Okay!”

Following our exchange, I proceeded to go to his rival colorist and have in fact been going to her ever since. I got my dream hair that I wanted, take a look above for reference, so I got my happy hair ending while also kicking my former colorist’s toxic energy to the curb!

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