Kardashian hair dreams are over

So about a little over a month ago I decided to take the plunge and take my hair colour back to my original dark brown (yes we've covered this I know.)  My dreams of Kardashian hair greatness have been greatly over estimated but I will say that overall I am happy with how the colour turned out.  Just about everyone (minus Husband) agrees that darker hair suits me and even makes my hair appear thicker (thicker looking hair you say? Those right there are the magic words.)

{Love em or hate them, these girls have fabulous hair}

But there is one major problem that's "popped" up so to speak...my grey is showing already. Yeah, thanks to my mom's side of the family and their less than stellar genes I've been cursed with fine hair that's been slowly going grey since I was 19. Yes, that's not a typo, 19 years old.  WHO has grey when they're barely legal?   And now with my blond highlights gone the grey is rearing it's ugly, wiry head.  

{ok, this is NOT my head, my grey isn't nearly this bad but maybe in another 5-7 years or so. *sigh*}

So what to do? Does this mean I need to march myself back to my stylist every 5-6 weeks? There has got to be an easier way! I need suggestions, how do you cover your grey? (if you're unfortunate to have it...)  Should I try one of those "root touch up" type products from the drugstore? This hair has never been coloured outside of a salon...somehow I'd probably manage to dye it orange somewhere along the way. I'm talented like that.

{Yay or nay?}

I need your help girls....how can I manage my new darker hair colour with dropping $80.00 every few weeks?

Orange is sooo March 2010....

Hey lovelies, hope you all had a fabulous Mother's Day weekend!  Husband and I had my parents and brothers over for a family dinner on Sunday nite. We had some great food (seafood linguine) and we polished off a bottle or four of wine. I was gifted with a few homemade cards and a nice grocery-store bought bouquet of flowers. Ahhh the rewards of motherhood!

This morning I was back to my regular salon to get my highlights overhauled after The Orange Hair Disaster of March 2010. My hair is back to a golden honey blond and all is right with the world again. It seems like such a minor thing but I feel so much better knowing my hair is back in biznass.
I like my stylist, he's a nice guy, chatty and seems knowledgeable enough (or at least he talks a good game). But he can never manage to give me exactly what I'm looking for.  I am still amazed at how hard it really is to get exactly what I want when I go to the salon. I always take in photos with me (on the off chance that my self imposed, mandatory 10 minute consultation of what I want isn't enough.)  But amazingly I often walk out of the salon disappointed. Over the years I have been to so many different stylists and different salons all in hopes of finding "THE ONE".... that being the perfect stylist who can make my hair look fab everytime and gives me exactly what I asked for. But since she/he does not exist I will settle for "Not too bad"...   
Are my expectations too high? No I don't think so...
But it now seems clearer to me than ever that I really do need to get in touch with celebrity stylist to the stars, Ken Paves. One of my readers was kind enough to tell me that she saw him in Vegas last weekend hanging out working with Eva Longoria and her large entourage.

{Hand him over bitch!}

Is it just me? Am I the only person who is never really happy with their stylist? Do you get exactly what you wanted when you walk out of the salon???

There's a tear in ma beer.....

Mama's been lookin' rough lately, a hot mess indeed. My Hawaiian tan is ancient history and I have Franken-fingers because a few of my gel nails flipped off. Classy.
 Last week I decided to try a new hair salon since I was desperately in need of some highlights and a cut.  So my bff tried this new 'stylist' a few days before me and her hair turned out fabulous. Her colour was great and the price was right, so off I went to get my scary-bad roots taken care of.
Two and half hours later Mama's hair was done. DONE WRONG. My honey brown J-Lo inspired highlights are actually full-on orange. And not orange in a Anne of Green Gables cute and spunky kind of way. I have no brown low-lights and "blonde" highlights that are so brassy-bad that even Lindsey Lohan would cringe. That girl has got some eff'n awful hair. And now so do I.

Isn't it interesting how quickly you can go from feeling pretty stinkin' cute to just plain stinky.  I could have gone back to the salon and demand that the amateur stylist fix my orange mess hair but I just don't have the time to sit in the damn chair for another 2 1/2 hours. Could this be any more frustrating?

{mmmkay, so it's not this bad. But close.}

Solution to this crappy-ness: the Vietnamese ladies are gonna hook Mama up tomorrow with a fresh nail fill....and I've decided to ride out this heinous hair colour and dodge cameras/social events until next month when I go back to my regular 'stylist'.
Have you ever felt pretty much hideous due to unforeseen beauty mishaps?!



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