Fall is finally here and what better way to welcome it than with a Beauty Snob giveaway?! If your hair is anything like mine after the abuse from the summer heat and countless trips to the pool, you’ll want to pamper your hair to get it back to its optimal health. Tela Beauty Organics has graciously offered to sponsor six gift packages for the lucky winners of the contest. Three winners will each win the Harmony Shampoo, Conditioner, and Guardian trio. Another three winners will each win the Color Autura Shampoo, Conditioner and Guardian trio. To enter, simply provide your email address and tell us your most horrific hair story in the comment section below. Six of the scariest hair stories will be chosen. The contest will run until October 31, 2010.
when i was 11 i decided i should chop all my hair off like some olympic gymnast whose name i cant remember. it was 1996. BAD IDEA. i looked like a boy…and apparently i didnt learn too well because 2 years ago this fall i was walking past a salon and i had a sudden urge to go in and chop it all off. when the stylist was done i cried. LOL
When I was 4 my brother heard my mom say she was going get me a hair cut. He proceeded to crawl (he was 6) into the bathroom get the scissors, cut the baby monitor wires, crawl into my crib and cut my hair off. I had patches of bald spots… not a good look
It would have to be when I was a kid and I got gum in my hair and my mother had to cut a big chunk of it off and it was a few days till she could bring me to get it evened out by the hair stylist.
I had a short feathered style in the 80’s but longed for big,
long, flowing locks like the Big Hair bands of the 80’s wore.
A new wig salon came to our town and I was suckered in to buying a voluminous blonde wig! To make a long story short, I met a guy who loved my long hair and I didn’t let him know it was a wig. He took me to meet his family and as I was holding
his baby brother, the tot grabbed my wig and pulled it off in
one quick motion. I was beyond humiliated as everyone had a
good laugh at my expense. I ended up marrying this guy and my
in-laws still tease me mercilessly about “Little baby Jim scalping the new girlfriend!”.
I still have nightmares about this: I was a very gawky,tall & skinny 14 yr. old and definitely NOT cool. I loved to follow fashion mags, even tho’ I didn’t really have a style of my own at the time. I thought it would be cool to try out a perm on my short hair. Yes, ladies, it was the beginning of the “Poodle Perm” trend and I was an innovator, shall we say. I have a large head to begin with, so with the perm, my melon was MASSIVE. To say that I became a joke is not really exaggerating things. Needless to say, I grew that “puppy” (pardon the pun)out ASAP.
A flash from the past……..at a salon I had requested alight body wave, and once completed my fine textured blonde hair felt like and looked like a brillo pad, and clumps of hair came out. Over processed beyond belief!! That is when I said “never again”, and began to wear my hair shorter.
A book could be written on just women’s horror stories.
(jw)
When I was 9 or 10 I got a chunk of my hair wrapped around the rope of one of those disc swings. I was standing there yelling for my step-mom when it started sprinkling out. I remember standing there, wet, sobbing and screaming. She heard me after awhile but by then by hair was so matted around that rope that she had to cut me free. We followed that up with not one but two (the first didn’t take) spiral perms. (Why did our mother’s let us fry our hair?!)
I once went to a fancy salon when I was like 13 as a treat. The lady (named Barbie, for real) chopped my hair and one side was about 2 inches shorter than the other. Because it was a fancy place and I was intimidated, I didn’t say anything. I got teased and ridiculed at school, so I went to another salon to have it fixed, and they laughed and paraded me around the salon, using me as an example to show off the work of the fancier salon!
When I was in high school a lot of my friends were getting their hair cut really short. I decided to follow the trend. I have naturally curly hair and I ended up looking like a mix between Elvis and Dean Martin, who I like but not a good look for a teenage girl. I went through even more bad styles as my hair regrew for the next year, bad asymmetrical’s and bad bob’s. It was not a good hair year.
I have dark brown hair and used sun in…. And got a perm… I looked like carrot top! 🙁
My story still gives me nightmares. I had colored my hair a beautiful auburn shade and decided to get a perm. I came out looking like Orphan Annie-Bright Orange hair and kinky curls. Ugh.
In college, I let a girlfriend of mine give me a hair mask (she was an aspiring beautician) that she made herself out of homemade creams and whatnot. I decided, “what the hell?” and let her test it out. Turns out my girlfriend was a little careless in the creation of this potion, and she accidentally added a hair removal (nair anyone?) to the concoction…leaving me a little patchy in some places. It took forever for me to grow the hair back out to normal, but unfortunately my long blonde locks needed to be cut off in order to look normal. Worst. Experience. Ever.
Probably the scariest thing that ever happened to me was a near tragedy. My older brother (by 2 years) liked to make tents from blankets. Well one day, when I was about 7 or 8, he made one and thought it would be cool to light a candle while we were inside. The ends on my very long hair caught fire!! He quickly smothered the flame with a blanket, and we were not burned. Thank God!! The result for me was a major haircut because of the large chunk of hair lost. That’s probably why I watch my own children so carefully 🙂
My most horrific hair story is when it started to fall out. I shed like a puppy and was completely freaked out. I am grateful to my dermatologist who got to the bottom of it.
Every day is a nite mare.M hair is baby fine and is thining .I just lays like its stuck to my head all the time.Acouple months ago I had it cut short from shoulder length ,its does some what better but I alway have to use root lifters and what ever else that works for that day (all the days are different).This has been a nitemare all my life.Also its a brown color that is terrible too.
Seven years ago, when my daughter graduated from high school, is when I suffered a bad hair day. It was raining cats and dogs and on top of that, the graduation was being held on a campus that was unfamiliar to me. It was very stressful trying to get my daughter to the graduation on time and simultaneously, trying to drive carefully. My family and I did make it safely and on time however, after finally locating a parking space far away from the building in which the ceremony was being held at, I discovered that there was not an umbrella in sight. I had to drive out of the parking space, up to the entrance of the building, to let everyone out because there was no sense in everyone getting drenched, especially my daughter. After that task was completed, I had to hurry and relocate that same parking space and, I did. It was a long, cold and wet walk to the building, without any protection from the rain whatsoever. My hair was plastered to my head and the building was air conditioned….Not a good combination, especially during a two hour ceremony. I was so devastated that I did not take pictures of my daughter and I together. Unfortunately, two weeks after the graduation, I got sick with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized for a week. It was literally a physically draining experience, as well as a hair raising experience (LOL). In essence, I have learned my lesson. When she graduates from college next year, my SUV will literally be a warehouse, in that everything under the sun necessary to brave the elements will be housed in my truck!!!
My hair disaster would have to be when I was 7 or 8 and my friend and I thought it would be a good idea to try and curl our already very curly multi-ethnic hair with a fine-toothed comb. Due to circumstances beyond my control, we decided to start with my hair, trying to twist the front around the comb. Obviously, the comb became tangled beyond belief in the front of my hair, so we cut off that hair, leaving me with a strange tuft of vertical curly hair above my forehead, crying, because my friend ran around the house saying I looked like a French poodle.
Traumatic doesn’t begin to describe those months that I waited for my hair to grow back.
When I was 6 years old, I DESPERATELY wanted curly hair. I thought I could achieve this by simply rolling my hair up into a round comb. It didn’t curl my hair; it got caught in the bristles of my cheap ‘play’ brush. I tried for an hour to pull my hair out strand by strand with no success. Needless to say, I went into a panic and started crying, grabbing the scissor and cutting the comb out of my hair before my mom could come into my room and see me in my pathetic state. I was left with a stump that stuck up like a celery stalk. It took months for me to look like a human girl again..
Hey,
I am French, but can I play? Let’s try 🙂
When I was young, around 10, I had long curly hair.
That was so girly and so nice.
Than I decided to cut them short, one year before it became really fashionable.
Before going to the hairdresser I went to buy a magazine,and than I went to the salon.
When I walked out of the salon I went back to buy another magazine.. and when I walked in the man said: ” Hi young man”
I was shocked..
I decided to reward myself with a haircut from a fancy place. The hairdresser that they assigned me, shampooed my hair, started cutting it and then…abruptly left saying that her other appointment had come. She gave some instructions to the next available hairdresser and I just sat there letting her do her work. After I while, I noticed that the snip snip snip was chopping off six more inches than I had asked too. If that was not enough, the hairdresser got upset at me saying that she was only helping me…WTH! What a crappy experience!!!
My naturally wavy/curly hair was a disaster of frizz and split ends. So, perpetually on a budget, I tried an at-home straightening product. After applying, the instructions said to wait 15 minutes, then rinse the product out completely.
After the 15 minutes was up, I stuck my head under the kitchen sink faucet so I could use the sprayer to rinse my hair. I turned on the water and…. nothing.
What?!?
No water. No water in the bathroom or shower either. No water anywhere in my apartment.
I was frantic. What to do? Just as I was about in tears with this strong chemical straightening product in my hair, there was a knock on my door.
It was the apartment maintenance people saying there had been a water leak and they were working on it, just wanted to let me know. ACK!!! You couldn’t have let me know BEFORE you turned off the water??
By the time I could get to my friend’s house to rinse, at least 30 to 45 minutes had passed beyond the 15 I was supposed to wait. I have NEVER seen such straight hair in my life. On anybody. Anywhere. Flat, dull, lifeless, and perfectly STRAIGHT.
It’s a wonder my hair didn’t fall out from over-processing. It took almost 6 months to get back to something vaguely resembling normal.
But I learned my lesson. Next time I try some hair process at home, I make sure I’m prepared and have lots of extra water on hand.
Lots and lots of water. Just in case.
The first time I ever dyed my hair, my cousin said that we should use Dark and Lovely’s RED HOT MARY (as in, Mary J. Blige in the 90’s), even though it was clearly not meant for my hair type. Since I had dark hair I guess we figured that it wouldn’t come out as red hot as it said it would. Well it did, and I ended up with fire engine red hair, when I was going for a nice dark red tint. Oh, and it burned my scalp and left me with a scar on the back of my scalp that has never gone away. It’s been almost ten years. Ouch.
hot summer’s day.
lounging at a beach in alameda, ca.
rambunctious cousin with a caramel apple and wild flailing arms.
in short, his apple inevitably collided with my head full of hair, which then had to be scissored off by my immigrant mother’s kitchen shears. ever since then, i’ve been waiting for two things: for that cousin to grow out his hair, or the day he gets married, which would be the perfect opportunity to exact my revenge.
I met, dated, and got engaged, ALL OVER THE INTERNET, to a guy in NY. (It was the 90’s, beginning of the internet for me, so don’t judge 🙂 ) SO after weeks of preparation, including spa visits and hair treatments, I boarded the then new Jet Blue and flew cross country to NYC. SO remember, this is the first time dude would see me in person.
What I forgot to mention is no matter what I do, I get the world’s worse airplane hair! The lack of moisture and the weird plane plastic molecules suck all the living essence out of my hair and leave me with an afro bigger than Texas that feels and looks like steel wool. Well I was so focused on looking my best, like all the webcam and pics we’d shared, that I disobeyed my own rule: “ye must ponytail on the plane or thine hair will look insane!”
I couldn’t figure out the weird looks I was getting from the airline staff. I did not know my hair was growing like a weird mushroom right before their eyes. Finally I used the bathroom and I felt like I was in the old Airplane movie. All I had on me was bobbie pins. I even tried to pin it up, only to have the wee bobbies fly off my hair like mini rockets. I could go on and on, but you get the point. I looked crazy and it couldn’t be fixed!
He must have been smitten because he was so nice to pretend he didn’t see my hair. I tried to get to a ponytail holder, but this was pre 9/11 and he was right at the gate to greet me.
Finally after all the pleasantries, he finally asked me in a puzzled voice, “what did you do to your hair.” At least he got to see the worse first. 🙂 We laughed for a few years and broke up 🙂
It is frustrating when bangs are cut too short. It is something you see everytime you pass a mirror! Thanks for the chance!
Hi. I don’t exactly have a horrible hair story. After my first child, I was diagnosed with low thyroid function, which definitely led to my excessive hair loss. People have even asked me if I am losing my hair so I guess an organic hair product such as this line could help. Thanks.
This would have been many years ago i decided to bleach my hair i purchased one of those boxes of hair color in the store and proceded to use it what a disaster i ended up with red hair in place of blonde hair.I learned a very important lesson it took me a long time to look like a normal person again.It would have been good for Halloween not for every day.
I was once setting the mood for a nice, relaxing bath–dim lights, music, candles and all. Just as my guy joined me, I leaned back in the tub and my hair caught fire!! There I was, trying to keep things romantic, and my head is flaming!! Not the “mood” I was trying to create.
I’ve been dying my hair with henna for years now, but I was out of my usual product and tried another… big mistake…. can you say Bozo the Clown??? I couldn’t leave the house for 2 days due to my amazingly orange hair!