A poem on home hair colouring
Hmm I say to myself my roots just won’t keep, My hairdressers busy for at least another week, If I put on a box dye just to see me through, I’ll get it done properly next time save some cash too, I pop to the chemist pick out the colour, Two for one deal great! I’ll grab another. I stand in the bathroom read what the box says, Do a patch test? Nah that’ll take days!! Need it done by tonight I’m going down the pub, And if the night takes us on to a club. I look in the mirror and to the best that I can, I start at the top and work my way down, Wait 20 minutes then look with a frown, Don’t think it’s done yet still brown at the crown, Now what would my hairdresser do? I know warm me up On goes the heating and coffee in cup. 10 long minutes pass ah that will do, The dye must be done now heads itching too. Over the bath I wash it all off, Shampoo it out and wrap in a cloth, Go to my bedroom blow my hair dry, Look up in the mirror and start to cry! This can’t be right I said with a shriek, My brown roots are now a ginger streak. What do I do now tears running down my face, Night is now cancelled I can’t leave my place. I ring my hairdresser she’s out for lunch, So with that I put my hair in a bunch, I sit and sulk what have I done, This hairdressing lark is supposed to be fun. I ring back the salon to book myself in, When I tell them my story I can feel their grin, We can do u next week but to be fair We can’t do much to your messed up hair, I hang up the phone my scalp starts to itch, My eyes starts to swell and my tongue starts to twitch, My day has been ruined I thought I knew best, But turns out I should have done that skin test!
written by one of our hair stylists Terri Allen
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