To cut a long traumatic story short, my colourist had left the bleach on for waaayyy too long and, in the ensuing frenzy to get the foils out, I was left with broken pieces of hair. I looked like an angry child had taken a pair of scissors to my hair. It was that bad I even forewent my regular colour session for 6 months — which is as controversial as a Strictly pro skipping self-tan. But old habits die hard, and I desperately wanted a sun-kissed, beachy do for summer. Here she shoved a test tube containing the Olaplex No. She had syphoned it off the first UK sample being trialled at the salon.
This journey, as with all relationships, has had its ups and downs. Around was the time I accidentally bankrupt off all my hair after overdoing it with a keratin treatment. Around was the time I cancelled arrange a date an hour before as my colorist was able to clasp me in last minute oops. Do again after me: practice safe platinum. My upkeep schedule would be described at the same time as laissez-faire at best, straight-up lazy by worst. I often let my roots grow out to past the acme of my ear lobes, because it looked somewhat acceptable and balayage was in. Plus, make sure to decide a salon you actually like as every root touch-up can take above three hours each time. I accepted wisdom that using a purple shampoo after that deep conditioning mask would be a sufficient amount to keep my hair looking glossy and hydrated, but this was not the case.
I remember I had an event advent up and I had yet en route for make a nail salon appointment designed for a manicure. The next thing I see is a box of can you repeat that? looks like faux nails in a variety of colors. These were the press-on nails that are making a huge come back. The clouds parted and the angels were singing. After that while I still enjoy a able salon manicure, I now own dozens of boxes full of press-on nails and I am definitely hooked.