When I decided to create this post yesterday, I didn't think about adding pictures. Nothing quite gets the point across about a bad haircut/dye-job like photographic evidence. But, I've decided against it - I am not very comfortable posting many pictures of myself for all to see on the interweb. So, I am just going to stick to stories and hope that my descriptions do the bad hair justice.
The Poodle Perm
The Poodle Perm is a result of my grandmother thinking my cousin and I needed new hair-dos. When I and my cousin (we are the same age...4 months apart) would go to my grandmother's house for Thanksgiving/Christmas/Easter she use to take it upon herself to book us both into her favorite salon to get new hair cuts/styles. Usually, I ended up with super short hair, and my cousin got to keep her long hair and only got a trim. One year, when I was 8, my grandmother decided she wanted both my cousin and I to have a perm. I have super straight, fine and soft hair; my cousin has thick, naturally wavy hair. So, you can already see how this is going to work out better for one of us than the other. When I went to the appointment, my hair was all one length, and just hit the top of my shoulders. My cousin on the other hand had hair that was halfway down her back. Being a happy kid, I was really excited to get my hair permed - I was hoping that it would look great and I would love my new hair.
The entire process was torture. The chemicals used for perms stink, and burn your scalp. I already have super sensitive skin, so this was especially unpleasant for me. When the stylist removed the rollers from my hair, styled it, and then showed me my new hair in the mirror, I was unhappy. I had loads of tight curls. My hair was now just at my chin, and extremely poofy. To me, it looked like I was a show poodle that had just had its ear fur styled for a dog show. I hated it. I was so excited as it grew out and the curls lost their staying power. My cousin's hair, on the other hand, looked awesome.
Do I look Like a Guy?
For about the past 4 years of my life, I had been keeping my hair very short. Short hair looks better on me, and gives my hair volume. The first time I went to get it cut short, I went from having hair past the tops of my shoulders to 1-inch of hair. The change was drastic.
I walked out of the salon feeling great. My hair was styled, it looked good, and I loved the fact that it was an 'easy' to manage hairstyle that I would not have to fuss over.
Then I washed my hair. All of the styling product was gone, and I was left with a hair cut that - without any styling or product - in my mind, made me look very butch.
It took me a few days and a few experiments with the curling iron/flat iron/hair dryer before I was able to manage my hair and make it look decent. If I ever get a cut like that again, I will be asking for a styling lesson before I leave the salon!
Hi, My Name is Anne of Green Gables
This is my most recent hair folie...so recent, it was Sunday! Back a few months ago, I dyed my hair a deep chocolate brown. I had done it a few shades lighter before, liked the results, and decided I wanted to go darker. For awhile, I was happy. Then I realized the dark shade made my pale skin look just that - pale and pasty. Not a good look!
So this weekend I picked up a box of dye that is more like my natural color - a dirty blonde with copper and gold highlights.
I have been dying my hair since I was 12, and have NEVER had a scary/bad outcome. Until Sunday.
I asked my mom to help me apply the dye, and we covered my hair with the product. I was about 10 minutes in to my 'wait' time when my mom said 'Oh my God. Go look at your hair!' - so I immediately got up and went to the nearest mirror. The dye had turned a bright copper color. I began to worry. But, I tried to remember that the color the dye turns on your hair doesn't always equal the color your hair will be. So, I finished out my 35 minute wait and rinsed the dye out of my hair, and applied the conditioner. When I got out of the shower, I towel-dried my hair and looked in the bathroom mirror. I flipped out. My roots had gone a scary, coppery orange. I went downstairs to show my mom, who could only look at me and say 'hopefully it won't look like that when it dries'.
Well, it kinda does. I have red hair now. Not brown-red, just red. I look like I have naturally ginger hair. I have gotten use to it these past few days, but it was quite a shock to see what happened. I still can't believe that it went from being very dark brown to this light red color.
I hate my hair at the best of times, and have done almost everything to it. I don't think I will ever be truly happy with it. I have debated shaving it all off :)
I hope my stories have entertained you. Have a great rest of your week!
