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I once received a haircut that was so terrible, one side was inches shorter than the other (not on purpose, this is pre-Kate Gosslin!). When I went to a competing salon to have it fixed, they paraded me around the whole salon ‘to show the other girls how bad they cut hair’ at the competing salon…eek!
There’s always that one day that my hair WILL NOT behave! My worst hair story is I was on my way to an important interview and my hair was totally frazzled and frizzy from the weather! Nothing could tame it! Let’s just say the interview didn’t go too well..
When I was in Jr. High School I was invited to a slumber party by the mean girls. I went thinking it would help my social status. Bad idea. Some one took my shampoo bottle and filled it with nair. When I was washing my hair I noticed the funny smell right away and started to rinse it out. Damage was already done and some of my hair came out and the rest was damaged and gross. It took almost a year for my hair to recover. The girl who filled the bottle got probation but that didn’t last as long as my horrid hair. The took away some of my pretty and in Jr. High I was already insecure.
Well I hope sharing that painful bit of history entertains you.
By the way I’ve had long hair every since… now it’s my sexy blanket
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My horror story is…. I went to a salon to have my hair cut and styled and they chopped my hair then when she was styling it she was curling it and not paying attention an was talking with her co-workers she burnt not only my hair BUT ME TOO!!! needless to say that was the worst for me and i have never gone back
my story is in my senior year i wanted to darken my hair a bit. it to match up with my darkening hair mind u i was a natural blond all my life just started growin in darker as i got older. well it ended up to dark!! i had to go to school like that and see my boyfriend now husband like that! we tried bleaching it a few times in one day!!! and a stripper nothing worked needless to say on my graduation my hair was a yellow caller i felt like such trash!! just glad it didnt fall out considering my scalp was burning and numb and had a blister on top!! i now have my hair professionally done if its colored. thanks!
I went for my hair appointment to find the guy who usually did my hair had up and left the area only days before. A substitute stylist was offered. I took them up on the offer because I desparately needed a cut and had always looked great when leaving. The substitute stylist and I discussed what I wanted (a shape-up of what I already had… a basic long bob with bangs.) When I left, I had something similar to what some alien from Star Trek would have worn. Big hair with poufy bangs that came to a vee between my eyebrows! Definitely the worst thing done to my hair since I cut it myself at age 4.
I went home and immediately washed the nightmare out. I never returned to the salon again.
All my friends in high school had long straight hair….I had curly hair that I slept on rollers to straighten. As a graduation and moving gift, a friend who owned a beauty shop straightened my fine curly hair. I left on an airplane to fly to the Bahamas and then on to Luxembourg to begin a new job the next day.
By the time I arrived in Germany, I had almost no hair on the back of my head. The straightener had made my fragile, fine, curly hair so brittle and dry it broke off everytime I put my head on the seatback! Fortunately, the wife in the family I worked with in Germany had a real hair wedge fall that matched my color hair….which I thankfully used until my air grew back in………….never straightened my hair again.
I went to a new place becasue I had an unexpected date and this place was all nice and spa like and the the lady that did my hair looked nice and when she turned me around to look in the mirror i have a what looked like grown out mullet….2 layers short right above my ears and long about to my shoulders and that was it….I was mortified..I jumped up , face turned red,spun around got right in her face and told her that i would not pay for this hack job and left in tears….had to immedietly go somewhere else where they cut off like 4 inches of the long portion …. i had to cancel my date and wear a hat for weks…..
Oh my god!! I just got the worst worst hair cut ever last year and I cried for two days! It looked like I just woke up!! I wanted a JAPAN hair style w/ awesome layers but it turned out that my hair looked like an awful wake up looks. It was so ugly! Fyi, my mom’s hair dresser cut my hair and she’s old fashioned so that’s why she didn’t make the exact same what the japan girl’s hair which I showed her a pic. She said my hair is too thick and can’t make it like her’s. I hated hated my hair and my mom was so upset with me and said it was nice and my hair was different. We had an arguement about it. So next month, I went down to Supercuts and they fix up my hair. NOW MY HAIR IS SO MUCH BETTER!!!! I don’t have to worry about having one tail in the back of my hair and stick up puffy top like I just woke up!!! It was just horrible for me. Now it’s so much much better. Supercuts cut off the tail part and made it even with my neck. OH MY HAIR CAN BREATHE!!! SO DO I! LOL. Never again to go to old ladies. lol. Amen!
Way back in the day, my little brother, Bobby, decided to try and make some money via this silly ‘get rich quick’ scheme he found advertised in one of his comic books – I think it was called Neat and Natural Hair Tonic. He tried selling it all over the neighborhood and couldn’t get a single bite.
Meanwhile, I was super pumped for my high school graduation and spent countless hours planning my look for the big day. Bobby came to me (pouting like a little punk) and asked me to buy some. I figured, “Ah, what the heck! I’ll help the kid out AND look great for graduation.”
So, Bobby helps me apply the goop to my hair over our bathroom sink, and now I’m REALLY starting to get excited. Just as I was finishing my rinse, Bobby takes off like a bat out of heck. Turns out, that hair tonic took my beautiful light brown locks and turned it into the most god-awful orange mess I’ve ever laid eyes on. I was enraged; ready to kill my money hungry little brother.
I stormed through the house, looking for Bobby to make him explain what happened. My mom stopped me from killing him, but I was THIS close. Then she called the Neat and Natural company. But the company’s phone was disconnected, and a follow-up call to the Better Business Bureau finds that the Food and Drug Administration had closed the company. Oopsie!
Luckily, the ladies at my mom’s hair salon fixed me up just in time for graduation. But it was a horrible experience, nonetheless. And Bobby definitely learned his lesson. (Side note: Somehow Bobby ended up selling all the hair tonic and coming out squeeky clean. He sold it to some pet store – along with a whole mess of rabbits that my sister Cindy had bought. Go figure!)
In highschool, I let my aspiring cosmetology student friend “frost” my hair. She pulled my baby fine hair through every hole in the cap. She bleached it to death. It literally broke off in some spots. It was white. Not even blonde, white. My parents didn’t have any money for a salon fix, so I had horrid hair for most of a year until it grew out enough to cut out the white. Horrible. Horrible.
a terrible, horrible cheap perm! (It was a long time ago. I stick with straight now.) CLUMPS of my hair broke off, so that there were little tufts sticking straight up on the top of my head (which took forever to grow out enough to lay flat.) The rest of my hair had an odd, greenish tint to it. Oh, and I looked like a poodle. Bad in every way.
Always had very-long, straight hair. I went to a new stylist who looked at me for a long time… said he knew just the style for my features! He spun me around and the next thing I was was my entire pony tail hitting the floor. I started protesting but really, at that point what were my options. Well, add a really short, punk haircut to my less-than-voluptuous body and… I knocked on my boyfriend’s (of years) door. He opened it, looked at me and asked “Can I help you?” He didn’t recognize me. And not in a good way! After he got over the shock, we went out to grab a much-needed beer. The bartended walked over to us and asked “What can I get you gentlemen?” (Have I mentioned I am female??!!)
My worst hair was Monday, March 15th. I usually wrap my hair and while un-wrapping it, it remianed in the wrapped position even after I combed it out. My hair was jacked-up on one side all day. I continually ran my hand down the side of my hair all day. What a total blunder. It’s much much prettier today.
My nickname in High school was “Q-Tip”…as in cotton swab. How did I get this honorable title? Well, first I had my grandma give me an Oglevie Home perm that created the most unthinkable amount of frizz you can imagine. (Absolutely nothing like the gorgeous waves depicted on the box). From there I had no option but to cut off the 23 inches I had been working so hard to grow throughout my teens.
My mom took me to a top stylist for damage control. Said stylist insisted my hair would “lay better” without all that frizzy weight on the ends. Well, it did lay better…. on the salon floor soaked in my tears. The frizzy tuft she left me with was so frizzy it just stacked up and out. The next day, Q-Tip was born. Picture a skinny 6 ft tall girl with at least another foot of frizzy hair stacked on her head—that was me for what felt like YEARS!!! I’m still scarred from the whole experience.
The first time I ever got my hair professionally done was for the prom several years ago. I was very excited to get “beautied out” and inside got bummed out. The stylist tried to mimic the picture I’d brought and did an O.K job, but before I even arrived at the prom the ‘do’ had flattened out completely! Everyone looked like princesses and I looked like I had just skydived to the front doors. Hopefully this means that by the time my wedding rolls around I will have mastered how to tame my chaotic hair!
I had decided to go blonde, went to the salon and the lady who bleached my hair. didnt add the blonde color after the bleach, so i walked out of the salon with my hair brassy yellow, felt like straw, so stiff. I had to go to another salon just to get it fix. I am still trying to grow my hair so i can cut off the blonde.
My regular stylist was out of town for a week and i needed a haircut bad. I went to a salon that was recommended by a friend to get a color and cut. The stylist was a rookie and had a field day with my head! first, she applied the color and mixed something wrong because my scalp started burning. When I complained she said it was normal and the longer she left it on the more it burned. Then she cut like three inches of my hair after I specifically told her that I was growing my hair and only wanted an inch cut off! Then next morning my head was itching so bad that it started to peel. The more I scratched the more it peeled until it started to bleed then ultimately scab! It was a complete nightmare and took my scalp six weeks to recover so needless to say, I never went back there nor cheated on my hair dresser ever again!!
I have had the worst luck of any one I know with my hair. When I got my hair colored, I had my hair foiled. I swear when she pulled out the foils I heard hair snapping. When I got home and was able to see it clearly, sure enough she had broken some of my hair off. It was mostly on the left side. The next time I decided to pick a more upscale salon, and the girl broke off some of my bangs! I have babied my hair since then and have been happy with it, but low and behold about two months ago I decided to go to a friends referral and got a consult and told him of my horror hair story. He overlapped my color and it broke off in the back of my crown, where it’s very difficult to try to hide it. I didn’t notice at first till the next day! I was so upset! After all I had been through. Not again! But guess what, it gets even better. I went to a salon after that hoping someone would help me. The girl that colored my hair once again broke some hair off! This time it’s in the top and in my bangs in the front! I don’t know any one who can compare with all of this. I am terrified to get my hair done again…..
I hope I win. I could use the help for my hair.
Thanks,
Becky
Well let’s see… It might’ve been the time I cut my own bangs-and they ended up an inch long. Or the time I used a whole bottle of sun in & my dark brown hair turned orange. Or the time I bleached my own hair (I left it on way too long) and 4 inches ended up breaking of, and my hair was a brittle, horrid mess. But my personal fave is when I had super short hair, and I wanted to make it a little shorter. I took the Wahl razor (with the longest guard on) and started shaving away. Little did I realize the guard had fallen off and I buzzed a nice strip off right down the center of the back of my head. I couldn’t figure out what to do, so after sobbing for an hour straight, i decided to just say the heck with it and shaved my head. It took a few months to grow in to a decent length, so I lived in head scarves for those months!
In 1997, I was asked by one of my friends to go with her to a continuing education seminar for her cosmetology license. She said the guy that was giving it was one of the best around. She suggested I be one of the models for the hair show which meant getting up on stage and having him cut my hair in front of the audience. I told him I was wanting a hair cut like Princess Diana (the one she had when she died). I had shoulder-length hair at the time. He said that would be no problem, and sat me in the chair. He proceeded to pick up his razor and held out the hair at the base of my head and razored it right next to my scalp! I looked up at my friend, and her mouth dropped open. All I could do was sit there on the stage and watch her squirm while I saw hair flying in all directions. She was mouthing, “I’m sorry” over and over! He finished cutting it just in time for the dinner break, so he left me with wet hair saying that he didn’t have time to style it. We went into the restroom to assess the damage and my friend kept saying she’d fix it, but there wasn’t much left to cut off! As it turned out, he gave me the 1980s Princess Diana cut. When I got home, my 9-month-old daughter took one look at my hair and LAUGHED! I cried! It took well over a year to grow it out to something that was halfway acceptable. Needless to say I am very leery when it comes to trying someone new!
My “horror” story is sad…I had left my Extremely abusive boyfriend after taking it for 8 years. I had two children 4 and 1. I tried to keep in contact just for the childrens sake, but not for long..I hadn’t even been moved out of the house for 2 weeks, and he moved in a new girl (who he soon started to beat too). Anyway, I took the kids for a visit, it got late, and I decieded to stay the nite because I cant see very well in the dark, and it was a long drive home. The next day when I got home, I promptly showered, and noticed that my LONG, spiral curled, thick hair that usually came almost to my waist, was not even past my shoulders!!! AAAHHHHHH….I cried and jumped out of the shower, and sure enough, my hair was cut! I don’t know to this day, if he or his new one did it, but I was sure mad! Let’s just say, it was a VERY long time before he saw me or MY children again!!!!
My worst hair story has to be from when I was a teenager, a vulnerable time. I was all about doing dramatic things with my hair and I wanted to straighten it. I purchased a hair straightening kit that was popular at the time and had this picture in my head of how fabulous it was going to look for a special party that I was going to. (This party was being thrown for the guy that I was going with.) Anyway, the instructions said use vasoline or this special product around the hairline and this special product on the scalp. Being 16 and naive, I took it to mean that the special product and vasolene were interchangeable, so you guessed it I used vasoline in both places. I tried everything I knew of to get it out, including dishwashing liquid and even kerosene! Nothing worked. So I tried to wear a wig, but around my hairline was one big grease pit. Of course, my mother kept telling me it didn’t look that bad and what did I know. The guy came to pick me up, took one look and turned around and said forget it. Besides feeling humiliated, my hair was just burned and looked bad for a long, long time. I laugh about it now, but not then.
My horror story ….. is that i went to a salon had my hair dyed and highlighted. I have tried just about anything to try to be able to manage my hair. Well by the time they finished with my hair i had alot of breakage and gummy feeling hair. Every chance i get i cut off the dead ends but havent had healthly hair since. I always had very healthly hair but since i come from a family with premature greying hair i needed to try hiding it. Big mistake wish i could just live with it but being only 36 its hard having whiter hair then a 50 year old.
My mother permed my hair when I was 10. I looked like Eunice from mama family until it grew out!!
Worst hair story?
Split ends, dyed hair (wrong colour),messy hair, hair sticking up, pouffy hair with a side of friz = Disaster.
Especially when you’re at home not really dressed up for outside and a friend comes over for a surpised visit.
I shouldn’t have answered the door. .__.’
In order to truly visualize my hair horror story, it must be noted that my name isn’t Monica…
A couple of years ago I took a trip to Disneyland with my sisters’ family. The forecast called for rain, but we all know that a little rain isn’t about to ruin the happiest place on earth. Besides when we left the house, it was a clear and sunny afternoon. So off we went to enjoy the rides. Just before taking our dinner break we felt a few drops of rain — mist, was more accurate. (I had not brought an umbrella, a hooded jacket or anything to protect my head from rain and I knew my hair was getting ready to transform.)
My husband laughed. My sister gawked frightfully as my hair began to rise, frizz, rise and frizz… it was growing before their very eyes…like a Chia-pet on steroids, or so they told me! (Remember the ‘Friends’ episode where they take a trip to the Bahamas and Monica’s hair frizzed out? – yeah that was me) It was so bad that I couldn’t brush through it.
My horrible story is when I wanted to have a new japan hairstyle so I went to my mother’s hair stylist which she is old fashioned. It came out HORRIBLE!! Top of my hair is all puffy and tail in the back. It looks like I just woke up. They thought it was cute. Were they blind?? I hated hated my hair and was devestated for a month! Mom and I got into an arguement and she said I cannot be exactly like a japan girl bec we do not have same hair/looks. She said my hair is too thick to make like that japan girl. I hated my hair so I put up with my “just woke up” hair looks for another month and went down to supercuts. Oh lord, i was HAPPY!!! That girl from supercuts cut off the tail and she made my top even as the bottom so now it is so nice. It’s at my neck. I love love it! I highlighted it afterwards. Awesome!!!!!!!
I had long, waist length thick, coarse, out of control hair. I wore it back all the time or in a pony tail. My babysitters would put coconut butter in it to calm it down. My mother thought I should get it straighten to help manage it. We went to the salon(PEOPLE! NEVER GO TO YOUR MOTHERS SALON UNLESS SHE’S FABULOUS!) as I sat there getting tortured for hours having two women pour some sort of stinky goop in my hair pulling on it, I thought Lord kill me now! 3 hours later my hair looked worse then before. As they washed my hair it started brecking off in the sink! I looked so bad,my long hair was a mop head of friz! I was in tears and I had to get it cut to my shoulders in a shag ! I was horified! right before graduation! I never went back to a salon for years. I never listened to anything my mother ever said after that either!
My hair horror story began with me having long hair, all one length. A friend told me I ought to have my hair cut in layers. I said no for the longest time then one day she was getting her hair cut at this chain salon and I decided to go with her. The stylist asked me if I wanted long layers or short. Now how would I know what that meant. So she started cutting my hair and I thought it was weird because it seemed that she was starting at the top and cutting all the way down. Well when she got done with me I had hair like a glamour boy rock star!! My hair was short all over except for some long stringy strands around the bottom! She had it all puffed out and curly. I was so shocked that I went ahead and paid. I didn’t cry because I knew it would do no good. I ended up going to my previous stylist who pronounced it the worst cut that she had ever seen. She had to take time and cut the bottom and let the top grow until it became a hairstyle again. I have never strayed from my stylist for the last 14 years.
EVERY day, is a bad hair day for me. For the past 10 or so years, my hair has been falling out…Not just a normal falling out, but in clumps. I used to have a gorgeous head of thick, shiny hair.
Now…not so much. It’s so thin and dull it makes me want to cut it all off! I keep hoping I will find something to make it better, but so far nothing has helped! At least if it was just a bad cut, it would grow! Nothing is helping this mess….It’s a terrible thing to happen to a woman!
Hair horror stories are a dime a dozen for me! I have very thick, long, tight curly hair, which is my pride and joy. A few years ago I booked an appointment with a salon to have my hair blown out straight. I always let the person on the phone know my hair texture, and she said it wasn’t a problem. I showed up and everything seemed fine, the stylist was very polite and professional. But half way through blowing my hair dry, she began to wipe her eyes. I looked up and realized she was crying! Next thing I knew she ran away from me, brush still stuck in my hair, blow dryer dangling from my chair…and she was hysterically crying! I heard her speaking to another stylist saying, “I can’t do it, I just can’t do it!” I would like to think that she had some other issues going on, but apparently my hair was the trigger! All the other stylists were busy, so I had to leave the salon with half wet and curly, half straight, dry and frizzy hair! Needless to say I never went back. What a traumatizing experience.
My worst hair story was when I was 15. My girlfriend Amber and I decided that we wante to try some home-made treatments to help our split ends etc. At first we tried hot oil and we didn’t like it So we tried putting mayo , lemons and anything else you could find on the internet. We smelled aweful and her hair turned orange. So we finally decided we should bleach our hair and add pink highlights. I guess it was just to much for my hair to process because in a week pretty much all my hair had fallen out. I had to spike it for a year until it grew back.
My worst is when I was in High School and thought it was a good idea to get my hair permed.I went to a well known local salon and asked for a tight curl perm, at that time I had really long hair.Well, I sat down in the chair, let the lady put the rods in, etc. When she took the rods out, it looked like I had put my finger in a light socket! There was no way to comb or brush it down! I was horrified! I did not have the heart to cut it off so I had to wear it pulled back until it grew out.I was so made fun of at school! I have never had a perm since.
A couple of years ago I dyed my hair at home which I had been doing for years before and never had a problem, so I was thinking that this reddish brown color would be fine. Boy was I wrong, it was terrible, my hair was an orange red at the roots, and a very ugly brown at the ends. Not to mention it left my hair dry and brittle. I vowed to myself I would never use that brand again.
My worst hair story just occurred recently. I went into a salon that was well rated on one of the social network sites. Thought to myself, dozens of people can’t be wrong, right? I had an interview scheduled so I wanted to get my winter locks trimmed.
I asked the stylist for a basic layer and to clip about an inch or a little more if my hair needed it. Well, in the fifteen minutes I sat there, I watched as this gal clipped my ends like I have never seen it done before. I gasped as she flipped me around to face the mirror. I looked at the ground and noticed about 3 inches of hair on the floor. My long hair was now above my shoulders! Plus, she gave me a ‘step’ cut. Remember that look… in the late eighties (think Salt & Peppa, shupe dupe-a-duped)!
I will never use a review site again for hair stylists suggestions. It is friends recommendations from here on out!
My horror story happened two days before my wedding. As if I weren’t a wreck already, this could have really ruined my wedding for me! My trusted hair stylist had the flu and pushed my cut & perm appointment up to 2 days before the wedding. Well, he forgot to put neutralizer on the entire left side of my head. It was a body perm and I left with my hair wet. When I called the next morning, he was out again and another stylist had to do the re-perm at 4pm before my rehearsal dinner. Well….I was saved BUT I had “”curly”" hair on my wedding day. Not the look I was going for.
My Hair Horror Story is when I was a 6th grader my mom wanted to give me an at home perm for the start of the new school year….well it ended up burning my head and I looked like this: http://twitpic.com/1bfnxn . From that point on in my life kids referred to me as Toto from the Wizard of Oz but my mom always referred to me as Annie.
My hair horror story was actually not that long ago. So what happened was I had been using the same hairdresser for years and then she suddenly left the salon. I did not know where she went & of course nobody would tell me. So I went searching for a new hairdresser and I got a great recommendation from a girl I met at my gym. So I make an appointment & go in. When I get there she starts doing my hair. She puts the bleach on, I dye my hair from brunette to blonde, and then she says it’s done so she rinses it. Then I see it and I’m like “It’s waaaayyy too dark.” So she goes “Okay I’ll fix it” and then instead of going and mixing some more bleach she comes back with red toner! She all like” It’ll turn blue when it oxidizes” and of course it didn’t! So she proceeds to put red toner in my BLONDE hair and obviously turns it bright orange! Everybody knows: Blonde hair=purple toner. By this time my hair has already been processed twice but she knows she did a terrible job so she goes and mixes some more bleach. She puts it on and immediately my scalp is on fire! So she had to stop and I had to leave the salon with bright carrot orange hair & a burned scalp. And what’s even worse she told me the soonest she could take me back to fix it was 3 weeks! So, yes, I had to walk around with orange hair for three weeks. I was so upset I cried for like 3 days and literally didn’t go anywhere for like 2 weeks. Right now my hair is like 7 different shades of blonde and there’s still orange from where she got it on the lower parts of my hair. Hopefully my next hairdresser will be better!
My story involves being a kid and a home perm. Still remember my mom giving us all perms of the 70s. Couldn’t even brush it out.