I hate going to salons. I really do. I feel like an ugly duckling outsider stepping into this secret world inhabited by stylists in five-inch heels, perfect makeup and sleek hair. I haven't gotten my hair colored in a salon in FOUR years. Hence, for my color and cut last Wednesday I came armed with photos of what I wanted as well as being versed in how to articulate it.
The cut came out exactly as I wanted. It's perfect.
The color is, well, the opposite of what I wanted.
Photos and more after the jump.