Hair disasters!

In My Humble Opinion
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I’ve had a couple hair disasters over the years, inflicted upon me by well-doing friends. Here they are:

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[li]Middle School - Best friend spends the night, I decide that I want layers in my hair. She is obviously not a professional, but we decide it can’t be hard to do. She starts (and ends) in the back, she has cut a straight line of hair off the back of my head, leaving about 3 inches…I was know as “ledge” until it grew out.[/li][li]Two months ago - I decide I want a perm, people give home perms all the time…things go fine until…a week later an inch wide section of hair breaks off at the root…yes, in the front (all of my hair is one length and long). So, now I have an inch long patch of growth sticking up for all to see.[/li][/list=1]

So please share your stories of hair gone wrong.

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I have one of the worst hair disaster stories ever.
When I was in junior high I had my hair in the “sheep dog” style that was popular at the time- short in back with really long bangs hanging over your face. I had my bangs streaked, and used the spray on colors to change the streaks from blue to green to red depending on the day. One day when I put red streaks in my hair some jerks decided they were going to kick my ass, but I ran away. It started raining on the way home, and when I looked in the miror it looked like blood running down my face- for a minute I thought I had taken a beating.

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grendel72

LOL, I hope it wasn’t too traumatizing.

That makes me think of the Frasier episode where Martin uses hair dye and it bleeds onto the chair he is sitting in!!

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One of my friends with the absolute definition of mousy brownish hair had had blonde highlights done professionally every few months for almost all of her life.

But we were in college, and bored one night, and she didn’t feel like going to the hairstylist, and she came up with the brilliant plan to dye her hair black. Unfortunately, our lives did not get more exciting over the next two days while we thought through the plan and eventually we were dying her hair jet black. It actually worked pretty well - we were able to keep most of the dye on her hair and off her skin and clothes. In fact, the hair looked great when we were done.

Problem was, was that she was very pale, and she looked like a goth. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but she wasn’t one. It was simply too dramatic a change for her, and she wanted to die it back - in fact, she wanted to become a pure blonde.

Common sense would tell anyone that that wasn’t about to work, and her friends were not bereft of common sense. Sadly, she didn’t have that, so she came by a few days later with a box of hair stripper and a few boxes of blonde dye. We tried to convince her that the best she could possibly get was brown, her original brown color, that was a possibility - blonde was not going to happen. But she didn’t believe us, and insisted we try.

So, we put on the color stripper, but unlike the original dye it was hard to tell whether it covered her hair completely and then trying to get it even was impossible. But we tried, really honestly, we did. And let it sit for the appropriate amount of time. It didn’t work. Her hair ended up anywhere from transparent to orange to a few tips and ends and roots of black here and there where the color stripper just didn’t make it. It also had the texture of hay. It was awful. She looked at it in the mirror, and then insisted that we put the blonde dye in, and was certain that that would fix it. We again tried to push brown on her, because that was the only shot - but no, she wanted blonde.

So, we did blonde, not once, but twice at her insistence. By the end, there were a few over peroxided places that actually did look blonde, but mostly a multitude of ghastly, not found in nature oranges and those same tufts of black that never quite got redyed.

She wore hats for a week. And then finally went to her old hairstylist who put in the exact brown we had tried so hard to convince her to try.

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amarinthh

Sounds ghastly for her!!! The Calico Cat Woman.

I am naturally brown, and have been blond a couple of times over the years. About two weeks prior to my perm nightmare I dyed my hair black (something new!) and it looks fine on me because I have olive skin (I want my original color to grow out and it is much easier with black than blond)…but when I showed my mom she asked me, “what’s next pale white makeup?”

My sister is a redhead and she bought a red shade of dye at the store and did it herself…she looked like she had been at the Bozo the Clown color salon! Hilarious.

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Scene: One week before my debutante ball. Went to college 3000 miles from home, so I unwisely chose to get my hair done by a “professional” in my college town. I have always had my hair “foiled” where they put blonde highlights all through your hair. Well, she screwed up and when she took the foils off my hair it was punk orange at the roots. She freaked out and started dying it with blue-violet based blondes to counteract the orange. After two hours she gave up and I left with grayish-blue hair. It was a nightmare. I went to my normal stylist when I returned to California and she fixed it prior to the ball. Lesson: NEVER try someone new before a BIG EVENT.:smiley:

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In college I let my roommate highlight my hair with one of those home kits–the kind with the cap wth holes that you pull bits of hair through. Anyway…she’d never done it before and left it on too long and didn’t pull the hair through the cap right. My regular hair color is a medium brown and the highlighted parts were basically white. And somehow she had gotten it to look striped diaonally in some places and sort of leopard spotted in others…it was a COMPLETE disaster. Even when I wore a baseball hat, the pony tail looked striped. I had to wait a week before I could get in to the hair dresser. Ugh.

And then there’s the self-inflicted disaster when I was 13. I had basic shoulder length hair, and randomly decided one day to give my self a mohawk with a pair of scissors. I pulled the top section into a ponytail and cut off everything else from the top of my ear down. Only I didn’t shave it…I just left it cut as short as I could get with the scissors. I have no idea why I did it…it looked pretty stupid from the get go and my mother freaked out when she saw it. The best part was that after about three days at school, four different girls in my classes did the same thing. I’ve no idea if they were copying me or what but it made me laugh because I thought it looked stupid on me, let alone anyone else!

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When lived in Trinidad in 4th grade, i went to the barber shop for the first time in that country. Apparently there was a misunderstanding with the dialect and all and they shaved my head. Maybe the barber was too used to the curly hair black people have, but after he competely buzzed the front part of my head, it was too late to tell him to stop. Oh, and this was before shaving your head was fashionable or normal. Being asian and about 9 years old, i looked pretty damn silly. At least I didn’t need another haircut for a year or two.

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Heh heh. I have no horror stories of my own: I treid one or two silly things back when they were popular, and they were fine at the time til I tired of them.

My hair is now a semi-brown red. I once dyed it regular brown and it looked pretty good, so no complaints.

However, a friend of mine, actually a roomate in college, dyed the hell out of her hair every week - total color change. After about a month and five or six colors, her hair up and died. She had to chop it all off and it took almost two years to get it back to regular length.

One night some pals of mine were having a good time drinking away when one of them, who’s Puerto Rican, decided he needed a haircut. So what did they do? Went out (walked, of course) to the nearest store, bought a bunch of cheap-o razors and went to work trying to shave his head. Having never done anything kije this before and being staggeringly drunk, they didn’t do such a great job.

But it sure was funny to look at.