Do you remember the bible verse that says, for you cannot make even one hair of your head black or white? Well, I used to always laugh at that verse, usually when I was dying my hair, red, or blonde. It was seriously funny to me. Of course I could color my own hair! But, that was back in the day when I didn’t mind pouring and mixing all the smelly chemicals and applying them to lovely brown hair.
The fact that it was such a pain to do that whole process every four to six weeks never seemed to bother me, until recently. My hair is naturally silver (gray) now and coloring it is a real pain. Because no sooner have I colored it dark blonde with honey highlights when what seems like a few days later there’s half an inch of silver roots again!
In the last few years I’ve afforded myself the luxury of having my color done at beauty salons. I try to pick salons that are known for their amazing results. Funny thing though, the results I get are rarely that amazing. In fact I’ve often commented that I could have done better myself. Though I will admit Ive had some lovely results at salons.
The time before last I asked for my hair to be lightened slightly from the mid brown it was to more of a dark blonde. They bleached my hair white blonde! I was not a happy camper! After that fiasco I did my own color twice. Not great results, but acceptable. And then I decided last week that I’d give a new salon the chance to color my hair. I got a recommendation from a friend and thought, how could anything possibly go wrong? Dumb question. Of course things can go wrong.
I showed the stylist a photograph and clearly told her what I wanted. She responded by saying that she thought my hair had a sort of green tone to it and that it needed to be a little warmer. Right there! Right there! I should have listened to what she said and ran for the hills. But, I took the time to try to understand what she was meaning.
“Well, do you like your hair ashy?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Okay then, what you’re going to need is a base retouch, then highlights and lowlights. But you have really beautiful silver hair, if you wanted to grow that out there’s a way to do it so that you never have those root demarcation lines. We blend the highlights and the lowlights and your gray is blended and disappears.”
I’m like, “really? I’d love to grow them out like that.”
“Okay then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll do just the highlights and the lowlights and your grays will be blended in with them.”
She mixed and painted, and folded foils, and let me sit for fifteen minutes. Then she brushed a tint onto the hair she’d left out of the foils. I sat for ten minutes. Then she pulled the foils from my head and rinsed it. And then she blow-dried my hair.
I sat there and watched the horror of my new color unfold before my eyes. Not only was the color the absolute worse dull brown I’d ever seen, it had big blocks of lighter dull-brown on the right and none on the left. But the absolute worst was that big patch of gray was still exactly as it had been before she started. I couldn’t believe it. Her reaction to my dismay was, ‘But yes, don’t you remember I told you that the gray would need to grow about two and a half inches more before you could actually see the blending technique work? I was lost for words. I paid my bill and left.
When I got home and hubby saw my new color. He wanted to march me right back to the salon to get my money back. Or he wanted her to do the job I paid for. But my thinking was she was under no stress the first time she colored my hair and look at the results. Can you imagine what the result would be under the stress of a do-over? No thanks.
Which brings us back to God and His wonderful sense of humor. I can just hear Him laughing and saying, didn’t I tell you you couldn’t make a hair black or white?
After all, you cannot make one hair black or white… Matthew 5:36