…of Gaia Salon in Manhattan, Kansas. My hair no longer looks as though it was done at home. It no longer looks as if I were platinum with dark roots. It no longer looks trailer trashy.
It’s lovely! All shimmery and golden. And while at one point during the course of the four hours I spent in the salon it WAS purple (somebody mixed the color wrong): they fixed it, so it’s all good.
Yep. Four hours and three stylists later, I’m happy with my haircolor. Either I can pat myself on the back that I’ve got my own team of stylists, or it takes a village to deal with my hair. 😉
Sweet Lord, I freaking love an Aveda salon. I love they way they smell, and how they pamper you, so that even just getting a haircut feels like the height of pampering. And while the four hours DID start to drag toward the end (I was hungry and I had to pee): it was not nearly so bad as spending four hours at say a JCPenney salon.
Plus, Ralph just rocks my world. He is so awesome. I’m sort of sad I found these guys six weeks before I have to leave.