I have always wanted hair extensions. I love scrolling through Instagram under the hair tag and seeing the long, thick, wavy hair girls have and feeling a real sense of jealousy. My hair is pretty flat and never holds a curl - you can't do anything with it. Last year I had quite long hair but because it lacked volume it just looked crap all the time so late last year I got it cut really short and for a while, I liked it. But then I saw all of the french braids and plaits on Instagram and I thought "damn, maybe I shouldn't have had it cut after all" but of course, hindsight is a marvellous thing.
Still lusting after long hair, just before I went on holiday I saw an advert on Facebook from a girl in my area offering L.A Weave hair extensions at a discounted price. She offered 100% remy hair, promised the world dream-hair wise and as she had such great reviews, I decided to bite the bullet and book with her. We stayed in touch over my holiday and worked together to find the best shade of hair to fit with my own and before I knew it, it was the day of my appointment and I was driving to meet her with my friend clinging onto the sat nav. I was so excited. I was going to get long, beautiful, voluminous hair! Only, it didn't really happen.
What are L.A Weave Hair Extensions?
First things first: the setting. The address where I was supposed to be getting it done changed three times before the actual day. The lady who was doing it actually lives a few hours away but comes back every other weekend just to fit hair extensions and it seemed to be paying off - I was her fourth customer of the day and she had 8 people after me. So, I was sat in the garden of some random house in the middle of nowhere (which she had borrowed) getting my hair extensions fitted and at the time, it was okay. She was kind, chatty and more importantly, she seemed to know what she was doing. At no point was I given a mirror or shown what my hair looked like but I thought it was good from what I could feel and my friend said it looked nice so I took her word for it and went home. And then I looked in the mirror. I could have cried. It was awful. She didn't blend my hair in with the extensions so you could visibly see my blunt hair cut with the extensions underneath. It looked as if I had gone to Claire's Accessories and just stuck a bit of hair at the bottom of my head. It was not good. Also, the lady put the top row of hair extensions so far up my head that the sides just poked out and stuck out as they should never have been placed that high. I really could have cried when I saw it.
So, I tried to make the best of a bad situation and I curled my hair which made it better, but not enough to warrant me being happy with it. My Mum thought it was horrific and of course, Mum's know best and will tell you the honest truth so not only did I know it was bad, I also felt like I was fighting a losing battle. The lady who fitted them had not cut the hair extensions at all so the ends were all scraggly, I had bits poking out, it was uncomfortable... I lived with it for just over a week in hope it would get better (wishful thinking I know) before I decided to bite the bullet and do something I hate to do - complain. I messaged the lady on Facebook and told her how unhappy I was with not only the application and placement of the extensions but also how she hadn't blended my hair in at all. She replied back straight away saying how if I backcomb it a bit it would be alright and that when I get the extensions tightened in 6 weeks time she would replace the top row for me but there was no way I could go out in public like that for 6 weeks! Because she had applied them so badly I couldn't even put my hair up in a ponytail - or wear a hat - so I had no choice but to find a professional to fix it for me.
I managed to find a hair salon local to me who fit and work with the L.A Weave so I messaged them asking if they could help me with moving the top row of my hair extensions down, as well as blending them in to my own hair and they replied back saying they could help me but as I was unhappy with the row I could see, chances are I would be unhappy with the rows I couldn't see so I would have to get them all removed and start all over. They then asked to see a photo which I happily obligied, although I wasn't ready for their response of "OMG!!!! That is the worst I have ever seen!!!" I mean, I knew it was bad but having a professional tell me it looked shit was pretty hard to hear!
Hearing every member of staff gasp as I walked in before being pushed into a chair in order to get the hair fixed ASAP made me want to cry. Everyone gathered round to see my hair, photos were taken, whispers were shared.. Before no time they were taking them out and telling me everything the lady did wrong in the first place, such as applying them wonky, not securing them properly, applying them too high up and not even measuring them properly.. I was then asked what shampoo I had been using and I said I had been using Aussie products, which is what the lady specifically told me to buy when I was getting them fitted, to which the 3 hairdressers trying to sort out my matted, knotty extensions gasped. Did you know you aren't supposed to use sulphate on hair extensions? I didn't. Sadly Aussie hair products are crammed full with sulphate which made my hair extensions become in bad condition pretty quickly. At that point I asked if it was even worth putting them back in as I didn't want them put back in if they were in bad condition just after 1 week. I was promised they would do their best and they most definitely did!
After 4 and a half hours sat in the hair salon, I could not believe the transformation. I couldn't even believe it was the same hair put back in. They applied them properly, thinned my hair out then blended all of the hair together before curling my hair and giving me my confidence back. I was honestly so upset when I walked in and I left feeling like a different person. It's amazing how your hair can really dampen your mood. I am so, so grateful and thankful that I managed to find someone to trust with my hair from now on, and I feel so silly for falling for a silly Facebook advert. The hairdresser told me as she was trying to get the hair extensions out with a pair of pliers that if you buy cheap then you buy twice and I couldn't agree more.
Have you had a hair disaster?