Sandy from Myanderings is hosting Fun Monday, and I decided to join the fun. Today’s subject… hair disasters!
In 52 years, I’ve had my share of bad haircuts, bad hair days, and bad ideas. Little photographic evidence of these disasters survive, thankfully. Still, they are in my memory for a lifetime, the hair being as close to the brain as it is.
There was the day the substitute hairdresser decided I should be a blonde. There were a couple of problems with this: I usually had my hair colored in a a lovely auburn hue, not too red, not too brown. (My real color at the time was a dingy, dull light brown.) The other problem: I had no desire whatsoever to be a blonde. She insisted. We compromised on strawberry blonde, or so I thought. The finished product… well, let’s just say I have never seen beige hair before or since. The color just sucked the color and life out of my face and made me look dead.
I found a new place to have my hair done, and they knew how to create the auburn color I wanted. No nonsense here about going blonde. My inner redhead was being channeled, and I liked it. Then I went and spoiled it all by deciding I wanted a perm, too.
Instead of the curls I hoped I was going to get, I ended up with frizz. Still, it wasn’t so bad that I wasn’t willing to go for it a second time. My hair turned into auburn steel wool. I could have scrubbed frying pans with it. After a couple more attempts, I decided to stick with color.
I finally stopped having my hair colored when I got into a serious accident. My head had some cuts on it, and there was no putting chemicals on it for awhile. That’s when I discovered my hair was no longer this dull brown, but white. I let the color grow out, and found that white hair really looked good. I keep it short and natural now, and haven’t had a disaster since… fingers crossed.
Now get to Myanderings and see who else is playing today.