I CAN’T GET SHIT ON THIS SHITTY ISLAND | DYING MY HAIR PINK

It’s that time again. While scrolling through my Instagram feed, I find myself feeling utterly discontent with my hair. It’s been four months since I last went to a hairdresser. Salon B in Utrecht, for those of you who wonder. It was pretty great, but pretty expensive too. But great, yes. I wanna go there again and have my hair cut badass-y short like Lian Galliard. But small problem — I don’t live exactly close to either Salon B or Utrecht anymore. So then I don’t wanna go to a hairdresser at all (a.k.a. still not trusting the Spanish peluquería) and I decide to grow myself some endless locks like Sarah Marie. I don’t have the accompanying holistic habits though, far from it. (Who said caramel icecream!?)

Sooooo, I don’t know exactly how it happens,

but all of a sudden I’m on YouTube watching dying-my-hair-pink tutorials. I’ve never considered pink hair before, I don’t even like pink. But after two hours of pretty-in-pink girls flippin’ their freshly dyed pink hair on my MacBook screen, I’m convinced I need to pink up my life too. And all YouTubers agree on one thing: I need L’Óreal’s Colorista Washout to do it. The boyfriend is less convinced, but agrees to go buy it with me anyway.

And that’s where the trouble started,

because the concept of a ‘drugstore’ seems pretty much nonexisting in Gran Canaria. In The Netherlands, you can get most beauty- and medicine related products at Etos or Kruidvat — both drugstores you’ll find on every corner of every street. Not so in Gran Canaria. Here, as it turns out, you’ve got the proper perfume stores selling the more exclusive beauty stuff (no L’Óreal Colorista), and the supermarkets selling the basic beauty stuff (you guessed it, no L’Óreal Colorista). The boyfriend (the poor thing) and I drive from shopping mall to shopping mall for at least two hours, without finding that god**** pink hair dye.

We return home empty handed.

And I’m beyond angry and frustrated and not-fun-to-be-around. What’s wrong with this shitty island? Where do these people buy their beauty stuff? Why don’t they have drugstores? Everyone needs drugstores! Right!? I’m at the brink of instructing my dad to buy my beloved pink Colorista in The Netherlands and bring it with him on his visit next week. Then I remember to Google Translate “where to buy” (dónde comprar – no, not progressing on the learning-Spanish-part) + L’Óreal Colorista washout + Gran Canaria and I find that the stuff is available at El Corte Inglès. Unfortunately, Gran Canaria’s only El Corte Inglès is in Las Palmas, at almost an hour driving distance.

Am I going to drive all the way to Las Palmas for my pink goodness?

Of course. The next day, the boyfriend and I get in the car for our little roadtrip dedicated to L’Óreal. Halfway, we decide to stop at a shopping mall to do some groceries at the huge Carrefour there. Guess what, there it is, L’Óreal Colorista Washout in all the gorgey colors! Thanking the universe that we made a pitstop here, I throw Dirty Pink and Lilac in my shopping cart.

The dying process was one big awesome pink party!

And the result was even better than I hoped it would be. Unfortunately, it does “washout” quickly, so I soon found myself planning weekly roadtrips to the Carrefour. On one of those trips, I take home Purple for another dye feast. Then, a couple of weeks later, I’m doing grocery shopping in the supermarket closest to our house. Guess what I find at the beauty department? It turned out to be there all along. ‘:-)

L'Óreal Colorista Washout Dirty Pink

Messy / Dirty Pink hair don’t care

 

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