I took one of our dogs to the vet this past week and to my surprise, the only other client in the waiting area also had purple hair. (My hair is currently purple, just to catch everyone up.) We struck up a conversation, she was very nice, and we compared hair products and techniques. I told her that my husband Josh and I do hair professionally, so he takes care of my hair, and she informed me that she was going to a stylist to bleach her hair and then doing the color herself at home. The whole time we were talking, though, my horrified gaze kept drifting over to her tortured locks. I tried to keep eye contact, but it was impossible to drag my eyes away from the dead, mangled, purple mass on her head.
I was called back to one of the exam rooms first, so I said my goodbyes and when I came back to the reception desk, she had already left. The receptionist then told me "M'Lou, when she first came in, her back was to me and I thought it was you. I thought, my god, what did Josh do to M'Lou's hair??? Your hair is always so healthy and shiny, I couldn't imagine what had happened!"
We've all seen it. Zombie hair. Hair that died a horrible death and should have been given a decent burial three years ago. The terrible history of its demise is there for all to see. The torture, the neglect, the starvation. And then it's left to hang there, limp and lifeless, the color drained, not even a ghost of its former self remaining. But will its murderer let it go to it's eternal rest? Never. Because " I don't want to lose any length!", "My husband loves my hair long", or my favorite, "It doesn't look too bad, does it?". Yes, yes, it does. It looks like a small furry animal was caught in a thresher and then its little corpse landed on your head. Bad doesn't cover it. Nothing fixes this. Sure, we have products that can help hair that has seen better days, but honey, this hair isn't seeing anything anymore. It's shaken off its mortal coil. It's expired, deceased, given up the ghost, passed on to Valhalla. You have to let it go. You can grow more hair. Healthy hair. Hair that has color and all its little protein cells intact. There is no beauty in keeping a corpse on your head. LET IT GO.
Treat your hair as though it was a beautiful creature living on your head. Be kind to it, feed it well, be gentle and loving, keep it out of the sun, the cold, the chlorinated pool. Handle it with care, wide toothed combs, low heat settings, and good products. It will reward you by being shiny, bouncy, and flowing. It will purr with contentment. It will swing and dance about your head. People won't be able to keep their eyes off your hair, and now it won't be because they can't drag their gaze from the horror. See? Isn't that so much better?
So no more zombie hair! Let it go to its eternal rest. Learn from your mistakes, love your hair, and it will love you back. And not eat your brains.<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/1claim=yne82tggg5z">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>1369243/?
I was called back to one of the exam rooms first, so I said my goodbyes and when I came back to the reception desk, she had already left. The receptionist then told me "M'Lou, when she first came in, her back was to me and I thought it was you. I thought, my god, what did Josh do to M'Lou's hair??? Your hair is always so healthy and shiny, I couldn't imagine what had happened!"
We've all seen it. Zombie hair. Hair that died a horrible death and should have been given a decent burial three years ago. The terrible history of its demise is there for all to see. The torture, the neglect, the starvation. And then it's left to hang there, limp and lifeless, the color drained, not even a ghost of its former self remaining. But will its murderer let it go to it's eternal rest? Never. Because " I don't want to lose any length!", "My husband loves my hair long", or my favorite, "It doesn't look too bad, does it?". Yes, yes, it does. It looks like a small furry animal was caught in a thresher and then its little corpse landed on your head. Bad doesn't cover it. Nothing fixes this. Sure, we have products that can help hair that has seen better days, but honey, this hair isn't seeing anything anymore. It's shaken off its mortal coil. It's expired, deceased, given up the ghost, passed on to Valhalla. You have to let it go. You can grow more hair. Healthy hair. Hair that has color and all its little protein cells intact. There is no beauty in keeping a corpse on your head. LET IT GO.
Treat your hair as though it was a beautiful creature living on your head. Be kind to it, feed it well, be gentle and loving, keep it out of the sun, the cold, the chlorinated pool. Handle it with care, wide toothed combs, low heat settings, and good products. It will reward you by being shiny, bouncy, and flowing. It will purr with contentment. It will swing and dance about your head. People won't be able to keep their eyes off your hair, and now it won't be because they can't drag their gaze from the horror. See? Isn't that so much better?
So no more zombie hair! Let it go to its eternal rest. Learn from your mistakes, love your hair, and it will love you back. And not eat your brains.<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/1claim=yne82tggg5z">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>1369243/?