Bad hair stories

[babybat]

My hair is really fine and there is alot of it, so it gets tangled easily.. plus I've always had a very sensitive scalp. When I was younger I hated brushing my hair, so eventually it kind of just turned into a knot. I tried doing dreadlocks, but the result was basically one big dreadlock. I kept that do for a few months before I got all my hair chopped off. The hair dresser was in shock.

Now my hair is nice and mess-free, the layers are kind of weird but I'm growing it out again.


Two other bad hair stories that happened to my cousins and my friend...

My aunt and uncle always cut my cousins hair, and everytime it turns out to be disastrous. (cousins are 3 & 5) The 5 year old girl once had her bangs go half way across her head (like upt o her ear on either side) *shudder*. And the boy always has awkward and gross bangs.

My friend is kind of wacky and likes experimenting with her hair. She just got it done again, now it is kind of orangeish on the roots, bleached blonde, with random brown spots everywhere... But she likes it, so what can I say!

[superjane]

I have plenty of bad hair stories, all inflicted by me. I sort of have an addiction to hair dyeing. I went from light ash brown, my natural, to black, going every shade in between. I had a nice Betty Page look going on with the black hair and bangs. Then I wanted to get rid of it, so I bleached it myself at home. Well, my roots went platinum blonde, and the rest of my hair, which was longer than my shoulders, turned copper coloured. It was awful. I called random hair salons until I found one that could take me right away. I went in and took off my hat and the guy was like, "whoa...".

I spent 4 hours in the salon that day and went back the next day for 3 more hours. They had to strip it 3 times then put another colour in to make it look decent. Then I didn't dye it for a while.

then I dyed it: purple, pink, purple and pink, orange, pink and black, purple and green, brown, and purple.

After the pink and black, I got it bleached at a salon, and they used much stronger product than the Blondissima from the drug store. My hair is now fried. It's down to my shoulders, but big chunks of it are like 2 inches long because it broke off. I can't even put it in a pony tail without barrettes to hold the fly-aways.

3 weeks ago, even though my hair is fried, my brown roots were getting long and the purple was fading to blonde, so I had to fix it. I dyed it all the same colour as my roots, but the ends of the hair kind of looked grey, so I dyed my whole head purple. That's how it is now and will stay until it washes out.

then it's going to be rainbow.

[shagginabit]

:up: superjane. keep them colors comin'

[thebelovedtree]

<<<<<<<<Misses her purple hair :(

When I was in middle school I had hair down to my butt, which I had dyed black for about a year. One day I put this stuff in the front two streaks that said it would bleach and dye my hair green in one step...so I followed all the instructions and it did infact bleach the whole strip, though it only colored the roots green, a bright snot green, it was very pretty. It was too late for me to get it fixed so I had to go to school like that the next day, I got lots of comments, most of them about how I got my snot that color, and then how I got it to the top of my head. That afternoon I decided just to bleach all the color out of my hair, only that parts that had been dyed black more than once or twice didn't bleach at all, so I ended up with white roots that were about 2 inches long and jet black hair, with a streak of fried, double processed copper with white roots poof on each side of my face. By that time I quite a bit of my hair was falling out, so I had to leave it like that for a few weeks before I could get it fixed, it was a fashion statement, but not one I would like to make again.

[dawngirl]

Oh my this one just came back to me today, I think I've blocked it because it was so traumatic. We had just moved to Maryland from Missouri. I was 10 and starting a new school with my cousins (the popular kids in school). To add to the trouble of the time, my folks were getting divorced. I have naturally curly hair ~ beaucoup curls. The Dorothy Hamil wedge cut was the thing to have and if any of you remember, it was a sleek cute short haircut. My aunt thought I would be so cute with that cut. Keep in mind, products and tools weren't quite so sophistocated in 1980 for straightening curls and keeping frizz away. SOOOOO....she takes me to the LOCAL BARBER SHOP (that's right kids, the barber shop) to have them execute this super stylish cut that was supposed to look so cute on me. Before the hour was up, I looked like I had a big mushroom cloud on my head. Yep, someone turned the bowl over on top of my head and clipped around the rim. God AWFUL. And I had to live with that, I still run across pictures and ask my aunt what the hell she was thinking when she did that to me.

[clickman]

Scan some pictures please :D

[Skylark]

When I was 8, I got my hair cut in an ear-length bob because it had looked so cute on my sister. The beautician bombed it. It took until a year ago for me to feel comfortable asking a stylist to do more than "trim the ends". (I love my "new" hair, except that it has to be curled to look presentable.)

If you consider mullets and dreadlocks to be haircut disasters, I have plenty of those stories. I mean, that I saw on other people.

[porvida]

I've never had a particularly bad haircut, but I just went to get my hair cut a few months ago and I told the girl I wanted it made over. I was sick of it being too long at the sides and I wanted it to be bigger and cooler and better layers, etc etc. it's a little more than chin length and I wear it kinda sprayed out...kinda. i do that because my hair has ZERO volume and it's quite unflattering when it's just hanging there, it's super straight but tends to bend strangely. anyways, she cut my hair and styled it and it looked great, i paid about 110 dollars and left. then I realized MY HAIR LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME AS IT DID BEFORE I GOT IT CUT. I'm having the SAME exact problems I asked her to fix. it's just annoying. whatever though. I'm growing it out, I really miss my long hair.

[holly golightly]

once upon a time there was a girl named ally who was born with super curly hair...fast fwd 26 years later, that same girl still has really curly hair.

[Skylark]

Funky, that is the funniest thing I've read in a long time! I read it to a friend sitting at the computer next to me, and we both busted up laughing.

[Heena]

I have a bad hair story.I am a 33 year old woman.I have a 15 year old daughter.Few days back,I and my daughter went to London from Canberra.I had long hair which touched my legs.My daughter also maintained the same.But we saw a charity event and wanted to shave our heads.My daughter went first and came back with her long hair in her hand.Next,it was my turn.I went and sat down.My daughter told that she will shave my head.The cape was put around me.My daughter put two pigtails out of my hair.She then braided it into a single braid.She cut the braid.Next came the clippers.I started crying.But after a few minutes,I was bald and my braid was in my hand.I cried fora day and finally started shaving my head everyday.Now I maintain bald hairstyle.But my daughteris growing her hair.Now,it has grown upto her shoulders.

[Lisa Jackie]

This is my sad story of cutting my long 5 foot hair.My daughter shaved her head.I had never shaved my head at that time.My daughter who is aged 14 persuaded me to shave my head.Before going to the hair salon,I wanted to pose with my long hair.First I posed with ponytails,then with pigtails and finally braids.Now it was time.The hairstylist asked mewhether I wanted step by step cut or headshave at once.I said step by step.First he gave me a chin length bob.Then a military cut.Then he gave a buzzcut and finally headshave.I was afraid.But after the headshave I liked it.Now I have long hair again.Again my daughter is asking fora headshave.

[Spidergrrl]

This thread has had me in stitches. My hair stories are mostly about colour jobs gone horribly wrong. When I was in the 8th grade I wanted to go as a "zombie, punk cheerleader" for Halloween but we could not find any coloured spray for my hair so my mother suggested FOOD COLOURING. We thought we were clever--we did a strand test but snipping a bit of my shoulder length hair and soaking it in the food colouring for 5 minutes. We rinsed and said "Look it washed out so it must be OK" and proceeded to colour my bangs red and the complete left side blue and the complete left side green. 5 hours later after the FC had DRIED in my hair--SURPRISE, SURPRISE-- it wouldn't wash out. At all. For 6 weeks it gradually faded. I was teased at school--it was a long 6 weeks!

I distrusted my mother about hair colour from then on and then 4 years later, right before my high school graduation I let her convince me again that this new hair dye she got from the salon was OK to use with permed hair. I even made her call the salon and talk to the sylist to check. well....it was supposed to be a nice auburn but it reacted with my perm and I looked like Ronald mcDonald. It was BRIGHT orange and frizzy. I was so upset with my mom and that stylist (who later recanted when I locked my self in my room and sobbed my 17 year old heart out. She said "No I said DON'T use it with a perm!" but I had heard her and I knew differntly!) So yep, I graduated from high school looking like the comedian Carrot Top in a purple cap and gown (which only emphasied my poor condition)

I developed major stylist distrust issues and never went to a stylist again. i taught my self to cut hair. You would think I would have learned my lesson with my mom but time makes one forget and so 9 years later when i was keeping very short hair I let my mother help again with (predictibly) disasterous results. I was using one of those electric clippers so that all my hair on top would be even and about 2 inches long. I let her wield the clippers so she could try them and she "lost control" (her words) of the clippers and cut a big patch in the front of my head down to the scalp so i looked like I had dog mange. So now I don't let anybody but me do my hair. Before we moved to England my mom would sometimes ask me to let her try something and I would have to say is THE MANGE to send us into fits of giggles but then remind her why she is positively not allowed to touch my hair. But oddly enough she used to let me cut her hair for years-and as tempting as it was, i never cut a hole in the back of her hair (although I thought about it)