I love my hairdresser, Jason. I first began visiting his salon, Eleven Hair, just before Christmas, after a coloring disaster at Aveda left me with brassy gingerish highlights. (I will go on the record now as saying I love red hair, and I've been a happy redhead in the past, but dammit, I wanted BLONDE!)
He managed to fix it with no fuss and give me soft golden lights. I very recently decided to go back to my roots (literally. I'm still a goth girl at heart, and golden isn't me. I also have quite dark eyes, hair that grows like a weed and a work schedule and inherent 'leave-it-til-the-last-minute-itis' that means I am often sporting a chip shop blonde with an inch of dark roots.)
My instructions were brilliant in their obtuseness - "Can you make it like my natural colour, only not boring. A chocolate/chestnut colour, maybe?" I got exactly the colour I wanted, miraculously - it's a bit like the colour of a chocolate labrador, or the drippy girl (Bella) in the Twilight movie (great hair, not so good at emoting.) It's not so dark that I look like Mortitia, and he's woven a few red lights through the crown to break it up, which I love.
It is not an inexpensive salon, but it is worth every penny of the cost to me. It's also a fun and friendly atmosphere, instead of a snooty and scary one.
The website is at www.eleven-hair.com which has a price list/breakdown of services. Picture below is after washing a couple of times (and not blow-drying, or brushing, it. I really should have brushed it before taking a photo. I will try to take one after actually blow-drying it properly. It does show the colour quite nicely though.)