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Bad hair day!

Warning: this post might appear to be a bit too girlie than most of my other posts.

I generally hate coiffures/hair dressers/hair stylists/ beauticians or whatever else they prefer to call themselves. Actually, hate is not very relevant. Using detest, abhor or loathe will be more likely. It's one of the things I keep delaying and delaying hoping that the need will go away. Just like an annual checkup or a dentist's appointment.

See I can't remember having my hair trimmed and going home happy that they have trimmed the exact length I wanted. I never had it cut and was proud of the new look. Or changing the color at the salon and feeling fulfilled. I resorted to not having my hair cut, nor trimmed and to using home coloring techniques for a while. But then an occasional henna night or a girlie night so I fall under the social pressure to have my hair styled. Even then, styling always leave feeling unhappy, not so stylish and anticipating the end of the evening so I can go back to my natural look.

Anyway, my hair has been getting weaker and weaker for the last couple of months and especially since I ran out of Perfectil (that's my wonderful magic vitamin that actually gives life to my lifeless hair and nails). So under social influence (particularly my mother), and although I have been trying to avoid that day for the last few months, I actually went to the so called coiffure yesterday.

The plan was to have my hair blackened by Henna. So I called in advance for them to prepare back henna and not the customary red. And after an hour of torture under the monstrous hair dryer with at least half a kilo of henna on my head ( which i promise you is not a nice experience). And after she tried so many times to convince me that my hair needs trimming and me arguing that I don't want to. After we wash the henna off, we came to two realizations:
1- my hair isn't black (even when wet when it's supposed to be darker)
2- i have henna stains on my forehead.
And her magical solutions were:
1- "if we just trim the last 3 cms, it will appear black" because according to her, my hair is just too weak to catch color!!!! (I have never heard a worse load of rubbish!)
2-that they can fix the face stains with what they call powder. The powder turned out to be a bluish white cream which they use for bleaching. And although I argued that I am allergic to that stuff. She put it anyway; and it started to burn immediately.

So I left the shop with a stupid color for hair and a reddish, spotted, shinny forehead! How cool is that!
Luckily, since my parents are both doctors, we have all sorts of ointments and creams which we used to turn me back into Yasmine instead of the monster that freaked me out and made me cry. I have not decided what to do regarding the hair yet.

To make the day worse, I developed the worst headache I ever had. I am not sure if it was because of the hour-under-hairdryer-with-henna-on-my-head thingie, a reaction to the bleach and further creams and ointment, due to my nervous breakdown and cry-my-eyes-out syndrome or because I had to go through all this while I was fasting.

I still have the headache till now, but it's much much better than yesterday. But to end this terrible day, I made a decision. On the day 3rd of September, 2007, I , Yasmine El-Mehairy , have decided to boycott all hairdressers! Ta taaaa!

(Like anyone cares!)

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