Yes, I was a mess
I ran the rose gold idea by everyone I knew, thinking if even one person said it was a bad idea to look like a Final Fantasy character I wouldn't go for it. But to my dismay, I'm surrounded by very supportive friends and family... who usually see me as tribute and want me to try something before they go for it themselves. Thanks fam.
It's when I did my research that I realised salons have different ways to give you the look you want with minimum damage that my decision became final and I made an appointment with my stylist.
Mehnaz, my hair stylist from salon Trims n Tresses , was more excited than I to try out the rose gold look.
"I've learned all these looks and have been waiting for someone to go for it all this time!" she exclaimed.
I knew I was in good hands but still had my doubts. Who doesn't when it comes to hair? Sure I wanted a new look but what if the very look I expected to make me look fantastical made me look like a troll doll instead?
Worst case scenarios went through my head, ranging from people laughing at me to me losing my job. But I was already at the salon by then and I'm a woman of my word so there was no turning back now!
It started with hair lightening My hair was dark and to achieve rose gold I needed to lighten my hair. This was the part I was worried about. Bleach has a bad reputation and for good reason. When it strips your hair of pigment it dries your hair out and can leave it brassy and brittle. But it's 2018 and the hair care industry knows what we want; pretty hair with the least amount of damage.
Mehnaz deals with L'Oreal's Smartbond, which is Olaplex's long lost (and denounced) cousin. Smartbond works on repairing your hair during the bleaching process so the end result is lightened and soft locks.
It was a day of blondening Like I said my hair was dark, and moody. A simple bleach process was not enough to get rid of the pigment that my strands possessed. I felt a little disheartened when Mehnaz checked my hair and spoke about my hair lightening at a slower rate. I worried, would I not get the look I wanted?
But my stylist had more faith than I did and knew what was needed. An extra dose with some extra heat.
I was seated in a contraption that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie which provided an even distribution of heat to my hair, encouraging the lightening process.
This was the time when the panic set it. I'd seen enough hair disaster videos (why do I do this to myself?) to know about all the possible ways my hair would suffer. It would get fried, it would turn into straw or it could just fall off! I had visuals of washing my hair and strands just falling till I looked like a baby pigeon.
I took deep breaths and tried to distract myself by comparing the heat machine to different bots and creations from comics. Dr Octavius was the closest win.