Thereâs this time when I went to the cheapest salon I could findâŚ
I swear it was one of the worst impulse decisions of my life.
Itâs not that my experience was totally awful! I just got what I paid for⌠with some regrets on the side. Going to a cheap salon will give you the most basic, most down-to-Earth service you can get. But the little dâohs here and there adds an interesting flavor to the experience, making it extra memorable. Still the most interesting part of this hair story is the âWHYâ. Why did I do this to myself?
Disclaimer: This is probably more of a funny story than a warning. Iâm not here to stop you from going to a cheap salon, if thatâs what youâre looking for.
I was blonde. And the thing with blonde hair is that it gets pretty brassy when you stop toning it. So thereâs this one time, I received a straight-out comment that I looked âJejâ with my hair. And when I asked for an explanation (and I was really hoping that the remark would be taken back) I just got even more offended.
So what do you do when your 1-month old blonde hair worth big bucks made you look âJejâ? Normal people would just shake it off (Hey, Taytay!) or some would try to fix it with a purple shampoo or I dunno, some toner.
I, as one of the most sensitive creatures on Earth, decided to have it dyed JET BLACK. At 9PM in the evening. In the middle of some place I donât know. In the shadiest and cheapest salon I could find.
Because I was âJejâ, I had to go to a âJejâ salon.
#WhatLogic
Although sometimes, I wish I never took the comment seriously. It was just one negative remark of all people telling me I looked great. (Even I felt pretty with blonde hair.) A tip for you girls, donât listen to all the nay-sayers. Trust your own style!
It was a salon in our village. Even if I wanted to tell you the name, the salon didnât have a name. It just had an LED sign board that looked something like this:
Shaaady. But the impulsiveness got the best of me, so I went ahead with the âplanâ. The parloristas were really nice, and kinda ecstatic to see me. I assume itâs because they donât really get customers  with blonde hair (or customers at all, at that time?) They took photos of my hair and kept telling me how nice it was. But since their hair werenât really that nice, I wasnât convinced to keep it. (lol) So I told them to go on, and they did. But I asked to keep a few blonde strands. The next scene was just so memorable:
They wrapped a lock of hair in plastic cling wrap
and sealed it with palengke rubber band.
For entertainment, I got to watch Coco Martinâs teleserye. And when the show started, the small salon became a movie house. We started with three, and then there were 6. And the non-aircon room just kept on getting hotter and hotter and hotter. After some 45 minutes, we were done! They rinsed my hair and got my neck stained with dripping dye during the rinsing. At the end, I was asked to pay 1,500 pesos for the Matrix dye and âcellophaneâ. It was⌠okay.
The result
I was just :| the entire time that they were drying my hair. Not that it was ugly, but because I felt kinda uneasy looking that flat. Prior to the blonde hair, IÂ went through brown, purple, blue, green and I already forgot how I looked with black hair. To me, I looked dull but I felt okay. Nothing a red lipstick canât fix.
I looked more asian (than ever) with the jet black hair!!! And more serious too. Some months after, the color lightened up. Sadly, it resulted to patchy colors on my hair. I think the dark dye washed out because my hair was too porous from all the damage. Or maybe âcause it was cheap. #GotWhatIPaidFor
If you like going to the salon to pamper yourself, please donât go to a cheap salon. Itâs kinda stressful with the heat and the overall sub-par service. But if youâre up for the surprise that a few bucks can give, why not?
Hereâs to more happy stories!
So guys, this isn't a review. Not really a tip. More of a funny hair experience to share :)) There's this time when I went to the cheapest salon I could find... I swear it was one of the worst impulse decisions of my life.
