Oh happy day – it’s giveaway time at A Little Bird Told Me! I have an amazing prize up for grabs and entering couldn’t be easier… take a look!
This is the rather amazing Scarlet Deluxe Collection Kit from ghd. Isn’t it pretty?
Inside the sumptuous red box is a pair of super smooth, red-plated ghd straighteners, a cute travel hairdryer, a protective plate guard, a heat resistant styler clutch vanity case and 2 sectioning clips. And you could win it all!
Because you’re worth it
If you’d like to win a Deluxe Scarlet Collection Set for your very own, just tell me a truly hair raising tale. I want to know, in no more than 100 words, about your best bad hair day. The time your BFF convinced you 80s perms were back, or when you went in for a cute pixie crop and came out with a mullet. It’s okay – we’ve all been there!
In the interest of sisterhood, I’ll tell you my story. Way back in 1998, Friends was huge and everyone wanted ‘The Rachel’, including me. Aged 13, off I popped to the hairdressers to spend an hour being primped, preened and layered. Unfortunately my hair has neither the bounce nor the thickness of Jennifer Aniston’s, and The Rachel fell decidedly flat. In an attempt to cheer me up, my mum gave me the blow dry to rival all blow dries – she got so happy with the round brush, I ended up with a longer version of the bowl cut. And then I went to my Year 8 disco, with hair that looked like a spaceship and not even an ounce of resemblance to Rachel Green. I did not find my Ross that night.
So that’s my hair raising tale – what’s yours?
The science bit
– In no more than 100 words, write a comment below that describes your best bad hair day or most hair raising moment
– Make sure you leave a method of contact – either an email address, Twitter name or link to your blog where details can be found
– The giveaway will run until midnight on Weds 1st February
– Only one entry per person
Travis says good luck!
Great giveaway! My hair nightmare happened two summers ago, when I was bored of my summer job and life and decided, as many girls have, that changing my hair colour would dramatically change my life from boring to exciting. Naturally (or not so naturally), I opted for the brightest colour I could find: traffic light red. Somehow, I didn’t figure that the red would not last very long (try one wash) before turning a lovely shade of Irn Bru orange. A hairdresser was called, a lot of money was spent, but eventually I got my boring brown hair back!
Mairi
mairi_innes@hotmail.co.uk
Oooh that is lovely! I think my most embarrassing hair experience was when I decided to have all my lovely long hair chopped off into a chin-length bob. In my head, I was going to look chic, glamourous, and it was going to stay miraculously straight at all times… Initially it looked like my hairdresser had the same idea and I was so chuffed with the length and overall cut. Then the stylist asked what I wanted doing with my fringe; I indicated a nice long side-swept fringe to finish off the bob. She nodded like she understood, and promptly chopped it all off in an asymmetric fringe starting approximately two inches above my eyebrows. My super chic bob instantly became a bowl cut, it was horrendous, AND it took forever to grow out! I actually cried in the salon, it was so devastating! xxx
dani.lodhi@hotmail.co.uk
My bad hair day story is appropriately red-themed. My hair is naturally brown, but in the sun it has a red-ish look. I didn’t realise what implications this might have if I started dying it. So there I am, the night before starting a new placement (I’m a trainee science teacher) at a pretty conservative school, and I thought I’d treat myself a bit, relax while I still had evenings free of marking. Facemask – fine, work-appropriate-clear-nail-varnish – fine, “chestnut” hair dye – bright red. First impression? Hard to miss. Oops.
P.S. feel free to send the cat too if I get lucky and win, he’s very cute!
Emily,
emily.bird1@ntlworld.com
I was 15 and desperate to keep the length that my hair had grown whilst also getting a new “style” – it was 1985 and my hairdresser decided to just trim the back but then sharply layer my hair over my ears. I ended up with the least flattering cut I’ve ever had. The most awful mullet style which worked so well with my thick dark hair, especially as I’d previously thought it would be a really good idea to bleach my fringe. It didn’t go the platinum blonde I was hoping for, but turned a very odd shade of orange. I went to another hairdresser the next day and got a cute pixie crop, then dyed it all that lovely shade of matt black which was the only option back in the dark ages…. There’s a good reason I don’t have many photos left from that era!
philippaboston@gmail.com
At about age 10, my mum preferred my hair, which grows very fast, in a short neat bob. We didn’t have a lot of money for frequent cuts, so my mum’s friend advised that if we put my hair into a ponytail & chop the end off, I’d have a lovely straight bob. She did it. Complete with kitchen scissors. It didn’t work. My hair was crazily wonky. With a hat on, my mum rushed me to the local hairdressers & begged them to correct it for me. I had horribly short hair. It was traumatic all around! True story!
(That was hard to fit in under 100 words! Hehehe …. Email: me@supercarly.co.uk)
I can’t even begin to tell you how much I want to win this comp. I stood on and broke my 6 year old GHD’s in November and can’t afford any to replace, argh! Anyhoo, my story:
When I was around 14, I was attempting to curl my hair in the morning before school to impress my friends at school (and a young freckled face chap). In my haste to not be late, I got the curling tongs stuck in my hair, burnt it (and my head) and had to take the morning off while my mum cut me out of them. I wore my hair up for weeks after. Joy!
Fingers are really crossed for this one!
Mathildeheartmanech(at)gmail(dot)com
Lisa
Xxx
Where to even start?
The pageboy bob at 10, the reoccurrence of the bob at 19, accidently dying my hair bright orange or choosing to cut a tangled comb out of my hair right at the scalp.
All of this pales in comparison to ‘the perm’
Age 12 I decided I wanted a perm and was then convinced to also perm my fringe, leaving me looking not unlike Weird Al circa 1983.
No 13 year old should ever have to face the first weeks of High School looking like Weird Al! I’m still waiting for PTSD to kick in…
@InChelleVille
x
Before I went travelling I did the sensible thing weight limits and all and bought a travel sized bottle of conditioner error one. Error two was going to visit a friend with younger siblings before setting off. Said younger siblings decided that it would be a good idea to generously share their nits with me. I didn’t discover this until I was abroad where the only way to wash my hair was under a bucket shower using water I had to laboriously heat on the fire. Subsequently I used a months supply of hair conditioner in one go and ended up doing a very good 80s on a bad hair day impression for the rest of the month as I have exceptionally frizzy fine hair. On getting home I had to have it cut really short as it was in such bad condition. The only plus being that I did manage to get rid of the nits but this was not much a conselation when looking back over the photos
hendersonlaura@live.co.uk
I think my hair raising experience was more embarassing for my mum, when I was 8 she cut me a fringe and I hated it so decided while she was out and dad was watching TV to cut it off, that’s right, at the roots cut the fringe OFF!She was mortified when she got back and even more so when she had to take me to school with a lined stump growing upwards accross my head!!OOPPPSSSS!! Even myself as an 8 year old was slightly embarassed with the regrowth, I thought it would just dissapear? If only it was that simple haha!
Great giveaway, and the cutest cat ever!!
Em
x
http://www.emsmixedbag.blogspot.com
emmath23@live.co.uk
a few years ago I attempted to dye my hair blonde at home. big mistake. My hair is naturally very dark so I decided to use a pre-lightener first. anyways something went wrong and it turned my hair bright yellow/orange. I thought it would be ok once I put the actual blonde dye on but nope still the same. I had to walk round wearing a hat for a few days until I could re-dye it with a dark colour. Luckliy I can laugh about it now xx
http://styleinmotionblog.blogspot.com/
styleinmotion@ymail.com
I was 20 and on a girl’s holiday in Ibiza. My friend had bought her GHDs along with her, which were pretty new back then! I had shoulder length wavy hair and decided to straighten it for the first time ever. Unfortunately, in doing so I clamped them round my ear and burnt myself. To the point that it blistered and I had to cover my ear up for the rest of the holiday as it was a 2nd degree burn. Then the next night I accidently left them on my hair to long and burnt a chunk of wispy fringe off!
(Thankfully I can be trusted with GHDs 10 years later!)
Sarah x
Sarahbacon81@gmail.com
I had the lightest blonde hair as a child and when I got to around 11 it had darked, to more of a mousy brown. It also decided to go curly at this age despite having been poker straight my entire short life. I think this caused some kind of motherly distress and my mum decided to put ‘sun in’ spray on my hair every day on a trip to Florida right before I started secondary school. Unfortunately it only really worked on my roots, and so I started school with hair that resembled some kind of fluffy poodle and was ginger on top and brown on the bottom. Thanks mum!
claire@frenchforcupcake.com
Thanks!
Claire x
Great giveaway, I love GHDs!
Funnily enough I had a bit of a hair-mare this morning & I posted a photo of it on Instagram here: http://followgram.me/i/611665963_13285729.
I swear I just woke up to that! I couldn’t have achieved it myself if I’d tried.
Thankfully I do already have GHDs, so they came to the rescue….along with lots and lots of hairspray.
When I was 10, my brother once thought it’d be fun to copy my mum (a hairdresser) and cut and colour my hair. One hour, lots of snipping, and a fair bit of bathroom bleach meant my long, brown waves had been reduced to fried, gingery yellow and green tinted spikes all over my head, and my hair was now 4 inches long, with the odd long strand remaining. It took so long to recover! And to grow back! Still traumatised now…
lucieplant@googlemail.com
http://www.hummingbirdandtherose.com
xxx
Amazing giveaway! I was about four when my mother decided that I should have my first ‘professional’ haircut at a really nice salon and so we went out and within thirty minutes of being at the hairdresser’s, my poor four year old hair was butchered off by the evil woman given free rein with my hair, earning me the inventive nickname ‘The Boy’ for a whole year even after my hair had grown past my ears. Dark, dark times for my hair and all photos have been safely deleted… scarlett.hutchings12@hotmail.co.uk xx
Worst moment? The time I was 12 and cut myself a triangular fringe. Nuff said.
adaisychaindream@googlemail.com
xxx
P.S. Now contemplating trying the triangle look again!
amaaaazing giveaway
When I was about 11 I had a fringe and was in need of a trim. I didn’t trust myself, so asked my mum, who said that my dad would be better at it. I have no idea why I believed her, or trusted my dad with my hair, but I did, and it was awful. I had the most ridiculous, uneven zig zag fringe that I couldn’t even pin back because parts were too short. Instead I had to sport a delightful, slicked back ‘do, crispy with hairspray. And all my dad did was laugh and tell me I was silly for letting him loose on my hair. Yeah, cheers dad. x__linzi@hotmail.co.uk
I was about 10/11 and was into curly hair. My Mum thought of the brilliant idea of putting my hair in rags. So we cut up bits of towel and tied them in my hair. In the morning there were tiny bits of towel stuck in my hair and MEGA curls, like it was permed. Luckily we managed to pick most of the towel out, but the curls stayed in all day. What’s worse is, when I went to school people found it funny, especially the boys. Some girls thought I was a new girl until they saw my face.
http://www.megamegalolz.blogspot.com
I went to the hairdresser, aged 13, for my first ever highlights. The lady painted on the dye, put the foils in and left it for the alloted time. Then came the reveal after having it all washed off. The dye had splodged at the roots and I looked like a very bad Geri Halliwell impersonator. Needless to say they had to sort it free of charge, but it looked absolutely horrific for those few hours! I have never had highlights since.
That is beautiful!!
My worst hair experience was when i was about 13/14 and i had my gorgeous bum length hair chopped into a bob, it was the days before everyone owning straighteners and my ultra thick hair just looked like a massive bush. My 2 older brothers took to calling me Mushroom Head. In fact they still call me it every now and then and i’m 28 now(with much better hair may i add!)
passionforfashion1983@gmail.com
Ooooh, I desperately need new straighteners! And these are pretty. Tis @essbeevee. And my entry which is EXACTLY 100 words is:
I was 14, and should have known better than trust a scissor-wielding woman with a hairstyle that looked inspired by Jem and the Holograms, only bright orange and made up almost entirely of split ends. But I believed her when she said my thick, wavy hair could be tamed by cutting the top part short and keeping the bottom long. She showed me a picture of a beautiful model with sleek layers and assured me I’d look just like her. “I’ll go for it!” I declared.
The outcome? Well, I would have sailed through a Pat Sharp lookalike contest. Hot.
fabulous prize!
I got chewing gum stuck in the front of my hair age 10 or 11 and had to have it cut out leaving a nice scarecrow effect at the front of my head. gorgeous!
gina.garf83@gmail.com
Remember when Agyness Deyn went for the really odd, cropped hair doo cut to her ears; a bit like a longer version of a bowl cut? I do. Because my hairdresser, and so called best friend, told me Agy had gone for a really cool edgy look and it would totally suit me, so I willingly obliged and before I knew it I looked a little like an unfortunate toddler. I cried and spent the next year entirely curling my hair every day to make my look a little more… Me. If that’s even possible. Oh, the shame!
Amazing giveaway! (:
K ox
legs11eleven.blogspot.com
kathryn.adams@btinternet.com
Hair horror stories….I’ve many! The one that mostly sticks in my mind comes from my first foray into bleaching. I wanted platinum blonde (Gwen Stefani has a lot to answer for) but the bleach clung to some of the dye that was already on my hair (this time I shall blame My So-Called Life for my previous adventures with home colouring) and so the overall effect was a stripey, mucky blonde and brown effect. Apparently I looked like a certain striped ewok – a cute lil’ fella I’ll admit, but not the look I was going for!
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aCw84ZgtuQ/TPsnR80I2MI/AAAAAAAAEKU/H4XJeVnT3RM/s1600/Logray.jpg
Amy x (wonderlandboutique@yahoo.co.uk)
Bad hairs days are most days for me im sad to say as im growing out a dodgy haircut! Luckily I can bung it up in a pony for work but other than that it is hair bear bunch all the way!
katertater2011@hotmail(dot)co(dot)uk
Amazing giveaway!
When I was younger and first ‘coming out’ I decided that Diesel Dyke was the way to go. Cue me shaving off one side of my hair (before it was even in fashion), dying the stubbly bit and the other side highlighter pink, and the middle bit black. Like a skunk. A skunk on acid. And to top it off I thought spiking it all up would give me extra lesbo points.
Thank God I grew out of that phase!!!
Emma 🙂
http://parkbenchpoet.blogspot.com
embc.89@gmail.com
xx
I decided last year that I wanted hair like Alexa Chung (my hair is thin and straight), so my hairdresser convinced me to get a perm as this would give me a nice wave. It was supposed to be a loose perm, however 2 hours later I cycled home (3 miles away) with hair so tightly curled it looked like I had a cropped boys cut!! It took months to grow out, and going to work was awful as people kept asking if I had asked for that style to which I could only answer, kind of!
Bronia (bronia.pearson@gmail.com)
This excites me so much Jen!
ULTIMATE hair horror story. Decided to dye my hair from platinum blonde to brown, being 16, went for the home dye option, which my mum had clearly told me not too! Anyway went about my business one morning, dyed it, took off the towel my hair was a mix of different green shades, including LUMINOUS. Didn’t end there. I had work that morning. Had to endure a train journey (strange looks) and an entire day on the shop floor of Superdrug of all places! Nightmare! Never lived it down!
C x
http://www.memoirsofalittlethingcalledlife.com/
Chloe@memoirsofalittlethingcalledlife.com
What an amazing giveaway!
So bad hair trauma in 100 words:
Being 24 & skint I decided not to have my hairdresser highlight my hair but bought a cheap kit to do it myself. Well the kit was rubbish, I ended up with bright orange streaks across my whole head! No hairdressers open at time of the hair reveal so had to face work the next day with my tiger stripes must to the amusement of the ‘mean girls in the office’. I later had to bite the bullett and go to the hairdressers to have it all bleached out – think lady gaga white!
Scarlett x
http://scarlettloveselvis.blogspot.com/
Okay so when i was younger all i did was straighten my hair! I guess i was looking for something new to do and ended up crimping my hair D: Unfortunately my hair is EXTREMELY thick and ginger therefore it did not go too well :O However my family and friends didn’t tell me it looked that bad and so i went shopping (as you do :P) and ended up meeting the guy i had a crush on! CRINGE! He was clearly not impressed 😛 I didn’t notice though and so went on for wearing my hair like that for the better part of the month :'(
Coley.Bonar@live.com
http://www.justadashofdisaster.blogspot.com
I’ve been through a lot of hair trial an errors, but one error that was just too harsh to take was the mullet I received at SuperCuts. Mind you I was a junior in High School in 1999 (wasn’t cool!)
Love your blog!
Barbra.salet@gmail.com
http://www.barttart.blogspot.com
Awesome giveaway,
believe it or not my nightmare hair day (or month) was down to my very first GHD’s !!
I purchased some brand new, all excited got them out before school to straighten my blonde afro style hair into lush locks,
and lo and behold. burned my fringe off !! 🙁
Turns out id purchased a faulty pair (ghd did send me replacement)
However that still meant i had to go the best part of a month or so with a terrible broken, stubby fringe. (not a good look!)
Good news is it didnt put me off the ghd stylers, and i still love them to this day !
-kasie
nutkase22@hotmail.co.uk
http://www.kasielovescake.blogspot.com
One day I decided I didn’t want my (dyed) dark brown hair anymore and I wanted to go platinum blonde, so I bought 4 packs of schwartzkopf XXL in the whitest they had and ran home and applied all four boxes one after another without much regard for what I was doing to my hair. To cut a long story short, after my final box I took the towel off my hair to reveal bright, neon orange hair with short ice white roots. not only that but the dye had burnt my scalp really badly so I had visible burns/cuts/blood!
Sarah-caveney@hotmail.co.uk
thank you! xx
So my hair raising tale dates back to year 8. I had long, glossy hair which for some reason I decided needed to chopped into a severe Jessie J style bob. Everyone at school called me ‘helmet head’ and ‘Herman Munster.’ Yes, I’ve had better hair cuts since!
Amy x
@thisdystopia
http://www.the-cameras-lying.blogspot.com
I really feel that I should remain anonymous with this story but I’m entering so I can treat my sister to some new straighteners if I win!
Leaving behind my dignity…when I was 16 and all hormonal, I suffered with greasy hair. The kind of hair that turned greasy minutes after stepping out of the shower. I hoped noone noticed but one day in Biology, a friend started looking at me strangely. He suddenly spoke up: “Someone’s put something in your hair” and reached out to touch my hair.
“It’s ok, just leave it” I stammered and tried to pull away but he persisted.
“No, I’ll pick it out- they’re really small flecks of something”
Yes, you guessed it….he was trying to pick out my dandruff! MOST EMBARRASSING (hair) MOMENT…for both me and him when he finally realised :S
Lucy amor_pax_lux@hotmail.com
I think mine was probably last Saturday. My hair is one giant massive frizz bomb at the moment. It’s too short to tie up without using 50,000 hair clips, but is too long to have down. To cut a long story short and much to the amusement of my friends who already think I’m barking mad, I resorted to a wig. Said picture of me in a wig can be found here: http://diaryofatinyholder.blogspot.com/2012/01/retro-curls.html
Reading these made me laugh! And reminded me of the embarrassing time I had in year 8 at school when I got a braid done by a friend which was soooo cool until school made me take it out so naturally I cut it off at the root (in art class! with the craft sissors!) wasn’t bothered about it at first (I’d got rid of it right?!) till it started growing back with a toothbrush style texture!
A patch of stumpy hair right on top of my head! For weeks I trimmed it down to try and right my wrong then started to grow it out, which obviously for MONTHS I had a short piece of hair sticking vertically up at the top of my hair like an antennae! until is was long enough to gel down (the-greasy-lock-look)
EVEN MY TEACHERS CALLED ME STUMPY
hjdavies23@gmail.com
I definitely think my worst hair idea was dying my hair black semi-permanently. I had blonde hair with highlights, so when the black dye washed out, I was left with incredibly light blue/grey highlights! I was 13 at the time & got so much stick for it, it was truly awful! Then I just dyed it black too, which was again horrible, and I had the worst roots ever trying to grow it out!
Great giveaway!
laceandliquorvintage@hotmail.com,
xoxo.
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The stories are funny! My worst hair day was my leavers’ prom when I was 18. My grandma paid for a REALLY expensive haircut, which was gorgeous, and looked great. Then I asked for it curled and she backcombed it, curled it, and then sprayed it so it wouldn’t move. It was like spaghetti stuck to my head, looked disgusting. I cried and nearly refused to go! Now all the pictures are of my gross hair….
raz@twist-and-shout.net
Sun In. Need I say more? Just few squirts of liquid bleach, a blast of the hairdryer and a faint whiff of burning transformed me from mousey blonde to sunkissed*. Aged just 13, I thought I was rather cool and debuted my new blonde locks on a school trip to Germany.
All was well until I saw the photos – suddenly I realised that my gorgeous blonde highlights were decidedly orange.
After that trauma I dyed my hair brown and haven’t looked back!
(*Why do they put sunkissed on bottles? If the sun kissed you, you would burn to death.)
Laura x
@beautylovenotes
My worst hair moment was probably when I decided to go candyfloss pink. I was young and stupid with dark dyed hair at the time. After a lot of bleaching, I put the pink dye on and washed it off – to reveal a slightly pink but mostly orange and yellow mess. I had college the next day, so had to drive to the supermarket where I worked with a hideous mop to buy some brown dye to cover the damage – I got some interesting looks and comments from my co-workers!
millyyoungman@gmail.com
http://millysminiadventures.blogspot.com
This is not an entry, as I do luckily own this awesome set of GHD goodies (thanks Santa!) but thought I’d share… When I was 5 me and my elder (aged 6 at the time) decided to do fancy dress for a Haloween party. I was going as a cat so for some reason my darling sister wrapped my head in black tape so my ears would stay on better. It took my mum a whole day to cut it off! I had a pretty sparse head of hair for a good year, apparently everyone mistook me for a boy, super! Great giveaway, good luck to everyone! X
I remember the day my mam blow dried my fringe. Year 6, end of the year, with a fringe you could fit your foot through most likely. Believe it or not there was no hair spray involved, just a small dollop of mousse, and Christ did that mousse go a long way! I look back and think ‘why did I do this ‘coke can fringe?’ but at the time, I was the ‘fittest’ girl in the class; all the girls touched it and all the boys wanted to get off with me. Best day of my life.
Whoops my email is jennifer.horsburgh@googlemail.com or @inordinateplush on twitter 🙂 xxx
It was my 15th Birthday (I’m 20 now) I had this mad obession to get a perm,So after weeks of nagging my Mum she finally gave in and gave me the money for a perm. I sat in the hairdressers getting all excited, It took forever to do, Then it was time to take the rollers out, Each roller was removed slowly one by one and each time the hair got realised it springed out and curled into tiny curls, I was getting a little scared.
Well by the time all the rollers had been removed I looked like the biggest most afro haired poodle alive.
I had shoulder length hair before and after it was not even past my ears as the curls were so tight.
So for my birthday and a few months after I looked like a poodle and everyone at school found it hilirous to call me it aswell. Finally it grew out and became loose curls. But I will never be getting a perm again.
Thanks so much for this xxxx
neonpinkrubberduck@hotmail.co.uk
Choosing my biggest hair mare’ is pretty tricky seen as ive had a fair few! ha. But probably my home bleaching attempt- schoolboy error. Walking around with orange and yellow hair falling out in lumps wasnt exactly the look i was going for haa. Worst part was waiting 6 weeks to do anything about it until my hair got into better condition ORR maybe its when my mum used to cut my hair like liam gallagher, but we’ve all been there right? 😉
This is an amazing giveaway, good luck everyone <3
vikki_54@hotmail.co.uk
Mine has got to be wanting to be lady gaga blonde, what can I say my lush long brown hair went yellow, brittle and snapped off. As much as I lived with it I hated it so decided to head back to brown, que a home dye that went you guessed it bright orange and the only way I could get rid of it go back to the massive asda with orange + ginger + yellow hair not a good look but being in uni the evidence haunts me to this day on facebook
Twitter = simplymental
Tryingfortheimpossible.blogspot.com
What a great give away!
My hair raising tale involves some blue hair mascara. Remember that stuff? I think this particular tube came free with a magazine like SHOUT or SUGAR. I used it in my hair when getting ready to go to the local under 18s disco. It was clumpy and thick and did not look pretty on my brown hair. Even worse I matched it with some bright blue eye shadow, a blue space themed top and some All Saints style cargo trousers. And there are photos. The shame.
Helen x
helen@jollygoodstudio.co.uk
I’m actually blushing as I type this…. I was roughly 13 and as most young girls do, looked up to the older girls in school, they were so COOL! Anyway, one girl came in with an undercut, so I decided I wanted one. Knowing my mum wouldn’t let me I decided to bic the bottom half of my hair off. Oh the shame! The rest of my hair was lovely and long, it was like a front to back comb-over! Thankfully I’m not so much of a sheep anymore 🙂 laurielizabeth@hotmail.co.uk
my bad hair day? everyday! I know you’re probably thinking yea yea I’ve heard it all but my bad hair day is everyday. I can’t remember the last time my hair looked good! It’s so flat when I want it to be big, and wavy when I want it to be straight. It never does what I want. is that too selfish hair? For once could you just do what I ask?
My hair says it doesn’t want to be a hair, it wants to be a dragon. Well tough you’re a hair, now please look good for me!
Whilst working at a hotel in Spain, one of the guests told me that he was a hairdresser back in England- and I asked him if he could tidy up my do. He seemed reluctant but I assured him I had every faith (and plus the prospect of describing a haircut to a Spanish hairdresser was a bit daunting!)
He started cutting- and I realised he was very nervous. Turns out he was actually a BARBER and had never cut girl’s hair before, ever! It took about 3 hours, but I eventually got a lovely one length bob. Phew!
n[DOT]c[DOT]mcwilliams[AT]gmail[DOT]com
I used to be ridiculously shy and ridiculously bad at complaining. This is a particularly dangerous thing on a trip to the hairdressers. Five years ago, I went to a salon I’d never visited before- Schoolgirl error No1. I had just seen Failure to Launch (I know, I know but it’s a guilty pleasure, OK?!) and promptly fallen in love with both Zooey Deschanel and her lovely, lovely hair. Having really thick, wavy, brown hair I thought it would be perfect for me…and would somehow magically transform me into her. As you do. Alas, Miss Zooey didn’t regularly grace magazine covers in those days and I had no printer so I decided to forego a reference picture and just describe what I wanted- fatal mistake No2. The moment I stepped into the salon I had a sinking feeling. The receptionist ignored me til I finally raised my voice above its nervous squeak, directed me to a seat and left me for 20 mins. When my hair was finally shampooed, I proceeded to describe to a distracted looking stylist the gorgeousness I wanted my hair to become- stressing the need for a VERY HEAVY FRINGE to counteract the dread curliness my hair develops when cut too thin or short. After ten minutes of trimming my hair and talking me into “just a bit” of thinning (translation: half your hair = on the floor), she cut what I believed to be the first, very thin layer of my fringe. She asked if it was the right length. It was. She wandered away. I waited for five minutes. A teenage girl and boy came over and, without a word, the girl started blow-drying my hair. Apart from a little ‘melp!’ with every eye-watering yank, I was too self conscious to say anything. When she finished, the boy started straightening. I became extremely nervous at one point when she whispered to him “you’re not supposed to go over the same bit three times, it’ll burn”. Still, I said nothing. When he’d finished, I waited for him to straighten my pathetic impression of a fringe. He disappeared. The girl materialised with my coat, awkwardly exchanged it for the poncho then ushering me to reception to pay. I left the building with my flat hair and half curly, half spider’s-legs fringe still a bit perplexed and feeling less Zooey-like than ever. It took the awfulness of this experience to teach me to speak up for myself. I always take a photo and always make sure the stylist does exactly what I want. Any bad haircut I’ve had since has been entirely my own fault!
My worst hair moment? When I was about 14, after many years of growing out my fringe, I decided I wanted one cut back in for the new school year. The hairdresser got a bit carried away, and I ended up with a blunt line just above my eyebrows. It was horrendous. I spent the next few days sellotaping (yes, sellotaping) my fringe down in the hopes it would make it slightly longer. Needless to say it didn’t and the year 10 class picture still makes me cringe!
elinme@msn.com
This is a great giveaway! 🙂
When I was in high school I was bullied horribly for having ginger hair so I decided that bleaching it was the best way to go.. Needless to say, I looked absolutely awful with pale blonde hair and my pale skin. My hair was so damaged it was like straw and I was a right mess. I had to get it all cut off before it felt normal again! I won’t even go into the awful pixie cut I had..
strangenessblog@gmail.com
I remember being chuffed to teeny tiny pieces when i went to get my hair cut and was aksed to return the next week to take part in a promotional photoshoot. At 5’4 with a bit of a squinty nose when I face full on, I am no model…but my long dark hair is quick growing and healthy and as I said in my original appointment, ‘I’m not all the precious about my hair. It’ll grow back. Feel free to take of a good few inches’. Famous last words.
The theme of the shoot was ‘manequin’ and I ended up looking like a barbie doll who had been stolen by an older brother and hacked to pieces using Fisher Price blunt scissors in revenge for being tattled on.
It took years to grow back. I may still be a tad bitter. May.
jigglysteph@hotmail.com
Well, when a mom thinks that she can cut her daughters hair herself – but doesn’t know how exactly to cut it at the same length.. Let me just tell you: It’s not a solution to make a beautiful braid in the daughters long and thick hair, put in a rubber band – and well then just cut half of the braid off (!) with a pair of scissors.
1) It doesn’t solve the get-the-same-length-problem – it looks more like, well – kind of a zig-zag-cut
2) It will leave the daughter traumatized and scarred for life!
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Aged 9. I decided that it would be a great idea for me to have a change and get a fringe cut into my long hair. Except I decided that I would do it, so I cut, then cut some more, then cut some more and realised I had mere spikes of hair sticking out of my forehead, so in my infinite wisdom, I shaved off the offending fringe. Lesson: there are easier ways to persuade your mother to take you to the hairdresser.
@chloelikes2talk chloelikestotalk.blogspot.com
This is amazing, thank you, I can’t actually believe you’d give this away haha! =)
I was 15 and eagerly anticipating my High School Prom. I’d bought the dress, accessories, shoes… the works. And I decided, as it’s a special occassion, to treat myself with a trip to a posh hair dressers. My hair was past my shoulders, and I specified I wanted a TRIM AND TIDY. Not much length off, as I wanted to curl it for Prom. She said she understood completely.
I left the hairdressers with hair that didn’t touch my shoulders. You can only imagine how it looked curled on the big night.
I should have sued…
embford@hotmail.com =)
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Ok.. bad hair days are my forte haha! I had a sort of hair accident a few years ago, you know when it was ‘fashionable’ to have your fringe like curled under with tongs(just me?) Well, to make it stay that way I used to have stupid amounts of hair-spray on it. Me and my friend were playing with a candle (unlit) sticking loads needles in it, you know the ones with the coloured balls on top and then throwing the candle in the air creating a like coloured illusion.. my friend threw it up and it GOT STUCK IN MY FRINGE.. like seriously stuck, it would not budge with the amount of hairspray in it.. I had to walk home with a massive candle stuck in my fringe and I have no idea how we actually got it out without cutting my whole fringe off! It was SO funny though!
thedeerhead@hotmail.co.uk
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I think we’ve all had our fair share, here’s mine (@KLG_Hair, klg_hair at hotmail.co.uk)
I’d just broken up with the lead-singer of a local band. I was heartbroken, but picked myself up and did what any girl would do. Got an ill-advised haircut.
There I sat, patient and full of hope, whilst the stylist got to work on my then middle-of-the-road hair. Hair fell around my feet, and my friends watching on “oohed and aahed” Then the blowdry, and some much need spray wax to ‘define the style’ Which was a mullet…with a spike in the middle. Long story short, I ended up looking like the lead-singer of a band. Liam Gallagher.
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What a great giveaway! 🙂
I’ve had a fair few bad hair days but I think this is the worst.
I have really really thick hair which is pretty wavy and when I was 13 I decided to get it cut into the aniston bob; so short with lots of layers! It literally stood up on end because it could not handle the volume my hair had and my hair literally looked like a dome shape. This was the time before anyone really owned hair straighteners and I used to go to bed with tights on my head to flatten my hair down for school in the morning. My mum told a few of her friends that I was doing this, who told their daughters and it spread pretty quickly around school. I was mortified at the time but look back and laugh now, I’m just so glad straighteners exist – I don’t know how I would live without them.
Becca xx
allmyprettylittlethings@hotmail.com
Wow that is an amazing giveaway. @ali991 on twitter
I think my worst mistake was deciding to go for a glamorous blonde look. It was looked and felt great but at the time I did a lot of swimming and I ended up with green hair. It was different but the green look did not really suit me, it made me look a little bit like a space alien
My Hair raising experience occurred, sadly for me, on my first day up to Uni in London. I was commuting in from my home in Kent and was very nervous. After spending ages getting ready in my best ‘I am scholarly and mature yet fun and approachable'(I thought) outfit I boarded the train in to the big city.
You guessed it… Pigeon pooh, London Bridge station, Carefully blow dried hair… you get the picture. I had to spend a day being ‘stinky hair girl’mortifying. Eurghh, It still makes me cringe just thinking of it. (don’t judge! I couldn’t go home and back again it was an hour and a half round trip!) the shame!
xxx Hannah (great giveaway 😉 h.blackall@ovi.com
Danni (danni_king@msn.com)
My worst bad hair day…there have been a few, all similar (will I never learn??). The worst was when my friend said she’d dye my hair blonder for me, with the immortal words “I know what I’m doing, I’ve done it before”. It turns out neither of those things were true. After backing away and looking nervous after I washed it, it turned out my hair was sick-coloured-orange. I had to dye it brown the next day which – surprise surprise – didn’t work. Oh and did I mention the boy I fancied was picking me up from my friends house? Yup.
Managing my curly hair has always proved a challenge for hairdressers, as well as my mother, who brushed it for years (a frizzy halo is a hair crime in itself). On one occasion when I was about 13, I went to the local hairdresser, who cut my hair short. So short, in fact, that she took a razor to the back and I ended up with an undercut. I spent months with a triangular head of hair ending at the bottom of my ears, and have since been reluctant to chop off more than an inch at a time.
Chelle
A word of warning to the wise- rag curling is not for the faint of heart! I have very straight hair that just doesn’t seem to hold curls, so I decided to try a new method out. I spent about an hour grappling with strips of cotton and damp hair that kept wriggling out of my grip in a way not unlike Medusa’s snakes might have done if she’d tried to similarly strangle them. The end result after a night’s sleep? A frizz ‘splosion that put me more in mind of Shirley Temple than Veronica Lake. So close!
– Claire (toriodoshi [at] hotmail [dot] com)
Wow this is a great giveaway!
When I was about 10 years old my family went on holiday to the seaside. Whilst there, my mum and I visited the local hairdressers where i sat for about 2 hours waiting for her to finish. I thought my hair looked gorgeous and I was really pleased, but as we were walking back a load of seagulls flew over head and I ended up with seagull poo all over my new hair! I was so embarrassed and ran back to the house and opened the door to find my older brothers laughing hysterically at me. I now have a serious hatred for seagulls haha.
Jenny x
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Either when I dyed my hair a ‘deepish red’ colour and it came out bright purple, resulting in me being called ‘ribena berry’ at work for 2 weeks! Or my first holiday abroad, before discovering thining scissors or straightners + brand new bob = trianglehead :/
beckstar_xo@hotmail.com
When I was 14 I decided I wanted pink streaks in my hair. As my hair is naturally very dark, the sensible thing would have been to bleach my hair first then apply the pink, but of course I was clueless and failed to do this. So, with the help of my mum (on Halloween no less) I put in the pink streaks which looked pink and lovely for a good few hours before they started to fade into a hideous gingery-orange colour. I tried dying over the top of them with brown dye at least 3 times over the next few months, but they would not budge. Had to wait for my hair to grow out and chop it into a bob before they completely disappeared!
elevatormusik@hotmail.co.uk
Fab giveaway!
My most hair raising (and embarrassing) moment has to be when I was about 13 and my mum still cut my fringe when it got that bit to long. Needless to say I wasn’t to enthusiastic with my Mum wielding the scissors rather than a hair dresser! I made the fatal mistake of complaining and wriggling whilst she was cutting. By the time she had managed to straighten out the cut I was left with an inch long fringe! Not the greatest of looks!
ladybugsays@hotmail.co.uk
I’d been dying my hair for a few years when I decided, for a change, to use a kit that included brush-in highlights. What were meant to be subtle light-brown wisps ended up being bright orange stripes. My sister went out and bought me a dark brown to cover it up, resulting in jet black hair, a black scalp and hair that felt like straw. Cue a panicked trip the hairdressers with every stylist gasping as I walked in and an “Oooh, bad packet dye?” comment, before they tried to rescue my hair. A deep conditioning treatment and lots of bleach and I was back to a dark brown. @mrs_brocko
I had dreads for two years. (That isn’t the bad hair part.) I decided to get rid of them, and the plan was for my mum to cut them out one evening and spend hours detangling the hair closest to my head using olive oil, then the next day I would go to the hairdressers’ and they would cut it properly into a hairstyle. I had planned when to do it way in advance and booked the appointment. Unfortunately, it turned out that I had an essay due in that morning, in between the mum-done haircut and the real haircut…
(There is an upside to the bad hair story: I bought a new hat especially to cover the mess, it was £6 in the ASOS sale, and that hat is still my favourite and gets lots of compliments.)
Aged 10 my family and I took a holiday to Italy. A woman on the beach told me for 20 euros that she could braid my hair so I would look like my beloved Faye from Steps. After parting with all my cash, sitting for 2 hours whilst my frenzied parents and the local police organised a search party, I returned with corn rows. In addition to looking hideous, the climate proceeded to barrage my innocent scalp with sunburn and mosquito bites. I had to remove them and spend the rest of the holiday with an afro. See attached photo. http://i.imgur.com/xkw9K.jpg
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Do we get Travis too? x
That photo is amazing. I used to do that to myself by plaiting lots of tiny plaits into my hair and sleeping in them overnight. I thought I was so cool…
Hmmm tried to curl my fringe and had to cut the round brush I used out at the roots when it got stuck, also cut my own fringe to about 5mm short and tried to convince my parents I hadn’t, also dyed my hair red then decided to bleach it and turned it several shades of orange and was forced to buy a hat until I could get it dyed!
sianicles@hotmail.co.uk
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I would like to enter! My worst hair experiences all happened when I was younger, I used to hack at my own hair which amused my parents. They’ld laugh at me whilst I cried on the stairs ¬_¬ nice to be loved eh. I also had a hair cut (when I was 14) that somewhat resembled a helmet, which wasnt exactly a good luck. Since then I’ve been ok. I must admit I’m a slave to the “Justin Bieber hair flick”, when my hands are full and I cant sort my hair out, its the only effective means of righting the wrong! My email is jessicabrown1992@live.co.uk xxx
Please enter me 😀
My story begins with a desire to go lighter. From a darkish brown to a warn golden blonde. I also tried to do this the cheap way, so went to Toni & Guy Academy, where you pay about £30 for a trainee to dye your hair. It did not end well. Three hours, two colours, and some bleaching product later, I ended up with green hair. Like a shiny greeny/grey. Worst thing is, the person who was overseeing the trainees, checked my hair, said it was fine, and sent me on my way. I also paid at the beginning so I couldn’t demand a refund. I had to buy a £5 hair dye from boots and dye it back to dark brown! Disaster!
twitter: @em_lysk
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After months of growing my colour out and generally looking after my hair, I finally treated myself to a new haircut (nothing to adventurous, but different enough for me to feel like I was growing up and getting my own personal style).
The first thing my mother pointed out was that I had EXACTLY the same hair cut as when I was 3. The way my fringe parts slightly the way I get a little flick at the bottom of my hair on the left side are exactly the same.
Not the grown up look I was going for !!!
Exactly 100 words – That was hard !!
Tess xx
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My worst hair moment had to be when I was at a friend’s house, sat around the table having eaten some delicious food and drank copious amounts of wine, and I was swinging back on my chair. All of a sudden I smelled something funny, and heard a sizzling noise behind my dad. The next thing I heard was my friend’s dad shouting ‘Emily! You’ve set fire to your hair!’ Yes, I had leaned backwards and trailed my hair into the open flame of a candle. I blame the wine.
My email is whatemilydidnext@gmail.com & my twitter is @emdawgb. This is an awesome giveaway 🙂
Err, that should say ‘a sizzling noise behind my head’, not behind my dad! :
(I don’t know what’s going on with my comments. I am mega sorry!)
My worst hair moment had to be when I was at a friend’s house, sat around the table having eaten some delicious food and drank copious amounts of wine, and I was swinging back on my chair. All of a sudden I smelled something funny, and heard a sizzling noise behind my head. The next thing I heard was my friend’s dad shouting ‘Emily! You’ve set fire to your hair!’ Yes, I had leaned backwards and trailed my hair into the open flame of a candle. I blame the wine.
My email is whatemilydidnext@gmail.com & my twitter is @emdawgb. This is an awesome giveaway 🙂
I started cutting my hair from an early age, I remember when I was about 6 cutting my hair and hiding the chunks of evidence under the kitchen table. When I was 10 years old, I cut myself a fringe, but then, and I still don’t know why, I decided I didn’t like it and simply cut it off. I had to cut another fringe to hide the damage I’d done and wait till it grew sufficiently so I could grow the whole lot out. Needless to say I just stick to the hairdressers now!
chocolateeclaire441@hotmail.com
@claire_trevor
When I was 12, I thought for some reason that if i twisted my hair around a round brush that it would come out curly. Only what then happened was that my hair got stuck to it. And i had to cut the brush out. Did i mention i was in the car on my way to school? So i had to still attend school with a huge chunk of hair sticking straight out.
Eh…
whateverismarveloustoday@gmail.com
Ooooh fab prize!
Like many others here, my biggest hair faux pas was caused by my own hand. As a boisterous five year old I was getting annoyed by my hair at the front getting in my eyes, so I took action! Nicking my mum’s very sharp fabric scissors I grabbed a big tuft of hair above my forehead and cut it at the root. Mum came in the kitchen to find me with her scissors in one hand, lots of hair in the other, a massive grin on my face and a bald patch. She was not impressed. (visual interpretation of the event and regrowth: http://oi42.tinypic.com/351uvwp.jpg)
Sophie (@sophie_softly)
that cartoon is soooo cute!!
My ultimate bad hair day was dreadful. A home highlighting kit; need I say more. My mum and I did the strand test – left it on for 45 mins – no difference and plonked the peroxide on my head. Cue one hour later; horrendous screams from me. Half of my hair was yellow and the other dark roots…what can I say? Maybe I was a precursor to all the ombre stuff out there :-/ I sat with a hat on indoors, took the day off sixth form so that my hair could be sorted out..never again.
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I was studying at Goldsmiths College (a rather arty alternative place in SE London) Desperate to fit in, I decided to go for a suitably alternative hair do (or don’t as the case was) I gave the stylist free reign to ‘create’. He cut a long mullet and severe asymmetric fringe starting below my ear on one side, and above my ear on the other. He then said ‘we’d better do something about this’ pointing disdainfully to my lady side burn, got the clippers out and SHAVED MY FACE. Over the coming weeks, the hair grew back as stubble. Shudder.
Being ‘blessed’ with ‘finger in electric socket’, afro hair, every day can be my ‘best’ bad hair day. These moments stand out – bleaching my brown hair, resulting in more than a tinge of the ginge in my…FRINGE! Having a fringe in the first place – fringes and afros don’t mix – I look like I have horns.
I am entering this competition for my bestie, and hair twin. She has just had a baby and her GHDs broke recently. She is skint and these would make the world of difference. She deserves to feel pretty every day : )
Polly – prettyorpunk@live.co.uk
My best bad hair day story involves a maniac hairdresser…well, okay, maybe that’s being dramatic. But after 2 years of growing my hair out it was time to go get a ‘trim’. This ‘maniac hairdresser’ ended up chopping off literally about 6 inches …it was blunt, shapeless and just generally awful. Thankfully though an amazing hairdresser from a different salon took pity on my tears, and horrendous hairstyle and re-did it for me into a cute bob…which I now love.
little-bit@hotmail.co.uk
Dearest Jen,
My best bad hair day was in 2005, I was living in Canterbury and poor. At that time I had dyed my hair black, it is oh so chic to be gothy and pale! It did not suit me so I thought maybe a return to my natural colour would be better (Blonde). Considering I was studying art you would think I knew about colours and that you cannot make black into white. No, I obviously slumbered and drooled through that lecture! I think it is obvious where I am going with this… bleach. So I bleached my very long jet tresses with bleach, even if dip dye is ‘bang on trend’ now I looked more like bodger the badger (cue theme music). I trudged down to Safe Way – yes it was that long ago- sporting my trusty Rolling Stones baseball cap and got myself more and more L’Oreal bleach kits to fix it. To no avail, my roots just kept getting whiter and whiter and the rest more and more orange. I stubbornly stuck it out for a week and then went to the hair dressers who sorted me out with some blonde streaks to disguise my beastly bleach badger bonanza on my bonce. Needless to say I went back to red very soon after that and have stuck with it ever since.
Bex
bex@zeitgeistzero.com
Great Giveaway! Ignoring all my hair dye disasters (I could just about convince myself that pink was ‘in vogue’, blue streaks washing out to murky green… not so much.) But the worst hair disaster would have to be aged 9, when I decided my fringe need a trim and ended up with little more than a tuft. Safe to say it caused amusement at school, my best friends still remember it over ten years later. Oh and i’m pretty sure that’s the reason why I’ve never gone back to rocking a fringe :/
sandiemills89@gmail.com
Oh my gosh. So my hair is naturally an afro.I knew that to change this I would have to be dramatic. At the time I didn’t have enough money to go to a hairdressers and I was desperate for a change! I started cutting away at the ends by myself (BIG MISTAKE), but the ends just weren’t even and I just kept cutting more and more hair off until I ended up resembling a hedgehog… I then finally went to the hairdressers which was the most embarrassing experience ever, they looked at me disgust! Worst experience, ever, ever!!
mhairi_walters1@hotmail.co.uk
well my worst hair disaster is happening right now.so im a light brown but thought id stick a caramel hair dye on it to go a shade lighter , but the dye only took to the top of my head :(.I then decided to put a stripping kit so the colour was even .meanwhile my mother had convinced me to get a blonde dye too , just so it a natural shade after . well it was the worst idea ever ! ive got a burnt scabby head from the peroxide in the blonde dye , which also only took to my half head . so yes im walking around with half blonde half orangey caramel hair until my scalp gets better . so a lovely pair of ghd would make me feel so much better about this disaster 🙂
stacey_louise_katherine@hotmail.co.uk
my worst hair disaster ever.. a couple of years ago on holiday in France with a friend after a few glasses of wine we got chatting about our favourite old hairstyles, my friend said she liked the fringe I used to have and why didn’t I get it back. So we decided why not right there and then….the only scissors we could find in the apartment were from the kitchen which turned out to be meat scissors…..which do not cut straight= a very wonky fringe from my eyebrow on one side to the top of my forehead on the other…..
rachelprior92@hotmail.co.uk
The thing that instantly comes to mind is an incident in a nightclub. I was never really much of a user of hairspray, but I used it on this occasion to try and keep my new fringe in place. My friend was lighting a cigarette and somehow managed to set my fringe on fire. Don’t ask me how?! With my entire fringe singed, I had to cope with a bad hair two months, never mind bad hair day! Hats became a close personal friend of mine.
emmabourke83@gmail.com
When I was 7, I decided I wanted curly hair. As a small child, I thought this was achieved by twirling a round hair brush though your hair and spraying hair spray. So, this is what I started to do. When I was trying to create the second twirl, I curled my hair right to the top of my head and the brush got stuck. My mother and grandma spent hours trying to unpick and ease the hair, but nothing would work. My mother then took me to a hair dresser, who removed the brush by shaving my head!
Twitter: @nickywilkinson
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When I was in junior school I had a bit of a bad habit of sucking my hair (ew I know), so, I (read: my mum) decided it was time for a good old chop of the locks so I wouldnt end up with hair enduced tummy twist. All normal people would go to the hair dressers but my mum decided the best course of action was to take to my hair with her own dressing table scissors! There I sat for at least an hour while my mum ummed and aahed going round and round me with disconcerting snipping noises. It wasnt until I felt the breeze on my neck that I realised she’d been consistently cutting it wonky and had to go round and round again to get the bottom straight! Needless to say, I was not too impressed with my new unlayered ear-skimming bob and spent the next few weeks eyeing up scarfs and trying to keep my unhappily exposed neck warm!
kirstyffpaterson@hotmail.co.uk
My most hair raising tale happenend when i attempted to curl my hair in 6th grade. My hair was very short, and i got this huge 2 inch barrel, for some reason. My mom tried to warn me that it would end up bad but I didn’t care. I attempted to curl my hair, but it just wasn’t working. So i just wanted to curl under my bangs simple enough… it seemed. And of course I burned mysel, right by my temple. While screaming from shock I burned myself in another area right by my chin. It was really embarrasing to go to school that day with burns in 2 different areas. I’ve only attempted to curl my hair a couple times after that. -.-
-lolaidowu@aol.com
My BPD convinced me to shave my head completely leaving me bald as a baby! Fortunately I love hats but I’m hoping not to have to rock the bald bonce again any time soon!
You can find me at http://www.mrsteepot.co.uk
Ooh my worst hair day was when i was 18, i wanted a fresh look for some photo’s i was having the next day so i decided to bleach my hair. well my mum put it on then went across the road to my aunty’s after about 10 minutes my head was burning and i mean burning, i removed the cap and it looked like smoke coming out of my head, fortunately for me my sister friend was a hairdresser and she quickly cut off all the burnt hair so disaster avoided
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My Niece was getting married so we had a pre-wedding garden party for her. we had an old bath in the garden and i thought it would be good fun to fill the bath with goo and dip her in it! i made the goo from flour, water and green food colouring. the bride was dipped and had great fun, until a few hours later she came to wash her hair, the goo had set hard and once wet turned into green glue! it took her a whole week to get it all out of her hair! woops.
I have naturally curly hair that’s always been hard to tame. When I was about 13 my best friend got a pair of straighteners. Now this was before the days of GHDs and these were cheap ones that came in a set. She convinced me to let her straighten my mane and started brushing it. Halfway through straightening she lost patience and sped up the process – I was left with huge, massively frizzy,wavy hair. I looked like a lion! We couldn’t get it back to normal and I had to get the bus home getting some very strange looks!
viviennej@hotmail.com
On holiday I’d sat for 4 hours getting my hair braided but tightness mixed with the heat truly hurt my wee 8 year old head. So after we got back to the hotel I put “sunscreen” on my scalp even though Mum told me she’d sort me out. I had actually put Sudocrem on my head and all through my hair so I spent the rest of the holiday with my hair stuck together and lost 3/4 of my long blonde locks when we got home. @maccamcb or megan.mcburnie1@btinternet.com
Unfortunately blonde hair doesn’t suit everyone! I learnt that lesson the hard way when my friend dyed my hair for me before a school disco when I was about 15. I have naturally dark brown hair and although it was meant to be a dark blonde, she used the highlight mixture instead by mistake and it went peroxide blonde and looked hideous. My instant reaction was that I couldn’t be seen by anyone so I got my friend to pop to the chemist and buy a brown colour to try to rectify the situation. This just made matters worse as it went GREEN not brown!! I was mortified and stayed in for a week before my mum fixed it for me!!
My email is honeyb1984@hotmail.co.uk xx
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Sometime ago I was diagnosed with a PND(post natal depression) And during that dark time,I was extremely unhappy with everything including my appearance.So silly me thought that new haircut will make everything go away But instead of booking an appointment with the hairdresser I’ve had a moment of madness and decided to do it myself(How hard could it be?!) WRONG! After chopping my shoulder length hair and crying my eyes out for hours I’ve went to hairdresser and ended up with a very short bob(which I hated anyway)Now I’ve got my long hair again and will never touch the scissors to do my hair!
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My hair disaster was more a misadventure than a deliberate change. I decided to try the brazillian straigtener stuff and my hair dresser said she knew what she was doing. I was mortified when it was finished as it must have broken my hair in places I had patches were it was like fuzz and was really self conscious for ages. Now I would rather use straighteners to ensure it was straight rather than rely on chemicals
@clarateddt on twitter
As a poor student years ago I could not afford a perm and after visiting my aunt she was telling me about the times when she was younger she used to put rags in her hair overnight, in the morning she would have lovely bouncing curls. That sounds cheaper than a perm, so I took small sections of my hair added a piece of fabric rolling my hair up. Next morning my hair looked like it belonged on a rag doll – maybe thats why they call it putting your hair in rags! An effort to save money that was never repeated 😉
@daisyangel1
should be @clarateddy on twitter sorry
Oh god!! I went out with my hairdresser friend at Christmas and we had a couple of glasses of wine at her flat before we went out. She decided to put some cheap extensions in my hair to make it look thicker. We got completely drunk and the next morning when I woke up I completely forgot that I had the clip on exensions in. I hardly even looked in the mirror and began to try and tame my locks with the straightners. Before I knew it the straghteners had melted the ‘fake’ extensions in to my own hair causing a nasty hair car crash. I had to cut my own hair to sort it out and ironically I could now really do with some extensions to hide it!!
@second_time_mum
My worst hair disaster was when I had brain surgery!I insisted that I did not want my head shaved..so they cut the top of my head like a boiled egg..did the 8 hour op ( while AWAKE!!) and then stapled it back on! My head resembled frankinstein..not only that I could not wash it and the scabs had to be softened with liquid paraffin…not a great look !!Luckily, all has returned to normality now and some GHD`s would be great! @fraugretel xx
My worst hair experience was when my son was about 1 I decided i’d slipped into a fumpy mummy and i wanted a chic new hair do. Spikey rock chic shoulder length style was my chosen look, straight out of the hair magazine. I happened to work in the hairdressers and they all encouraged to have it. It turned out a disaster, I forgot to mention that i have 3 (yes 3!!!) calf licks at the front of my hair and when the fringe was cut it just stuck out horizontal…it was too short to clip back:(
When I was about 13 my older brother used to bleach his hair, and one evening I noticed he’d dyed his hair and gone out, leaving the leftover bleach on the side. I knew nothing about hair dye – I brushed a bit of bleach on my hair, and thinking that it hadn’t worked I went to bed. I awoke to find 2 bright, thick, uneven stripes right in the middle of my hair, and I had to go straight to school! Worse still, as I hadn’t washed the bleach out, blue flakes were falling out of my hair too!
Twitter: @CornishMaid90
my worst hair nightmare was getting chewing gum stuck in my hair when at primary school. Luckily it was quite near the bottom so didnt do too much damage!
@ashlallan
My hair nightmare was in 1999, deciding that Sade was SO cool I decided to style my hair hair JUST like hers, very slick and smooth in a long ponytail. No TENDRIL was left untamed I tell you. One day i was walking down Marylebone, London thinking Im a Smooth Operator, when a cute shiny bald courier came charging up directly facing to me on his bike from across the street, halted, declared “OH.. YOURE NOT BALD!”, looked gutted and pedalled off. Needless to say I let that style lapse, from then on it was all about Whitney!
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@mountaingirlee4
Where do I start? As I child I had an obsessions for doing things myself regardless of the task. This included cutting my own hair which I did on a regular basis. I always woke up the following day with an extra special “style” which I thought looked great. My mother on the other hand was least impressed and took me to the nearest hairdressers to rectify or I like to call it “show off the latest hair fashions”.
kristyvictoriarogers@hotmail.com
oooh crikey, do I want to be reminded?? My daughter was moaning that her natural blonde locks were looking dark at the roots! Save your money I said, Mum will do it! I used a bleach on the roots but didn’t realise I had to blend with the ends too! When we washed it off, the roots were sooo white it looked like she was bald with golden brown hair hanging half off her hair…….the ends which I hadn’t dyed!!! Cost £200 in a salon before she’d venture out again!!
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I went for a haircut a few yrs back at a salon I had never been to before. I showed the girl a picture, she cut my hair and styled it. When I got home my kids kept laughing toward each other and saying ‘Joe Dirt”. finally I asked them what was so funny and my daughter busted out laughing and said, “mom u look just like Joe Dirt now! you have a mullet!!” I never went back to that salon!!
A few years ago I won a cut and blow-dry at a local salon in a school raffle. I was very pleased because I’d never won anything in a raffle before. I went along just before Christmas and described my usual style: straight with little flicks at the bottom. Maybe it was the pre-Christmas party drink my stylist was enjoying, but my hair ended up looking like Miss Hoolie from Balamory! I was almost in tears and couldn’t wait to get out of there. My daughter thought it was hilarious. Needless to say, I never went back.
@Lady_Fortuna.
I was 9 when my sister decided to play “hairdressers” and cut my rather long fringe using scissors and a ruler from my pencil case. I wet my hair and she started “trimming”. Of course, when my hair dried my fringe was over half an inch above my eyebrows! I started crying so my sister had a brainwave and took the hair from the bin and tried to glue it back onto my fringe like hair extensions. It ended up a very sticky mess and resulted in my mum having to cut the fringe even higher to remove the glue!
@littlelottee20 (Twitter)
At the age of 10 on a school tour. Messing with classmates on the back of bus we went over a bump and I ended up with chewing gum on the back of my hair. Trying to pull it out was painful and didn’t work. My teacher cut it out with a scissors. It was so close to the back of my scalp that it looked like I had a bald patch for some time. I remember getting stared at a lot and massaging it every night, hoping it would grow.
I had my daughter-in-law highlight my hair last year. she dropped a glob of bleach onto my head and I ended up with a bright orange spot the size of a quarter in my hair. We were able to tone it down with dye luckily
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I just had to delete my entry as I remembered a MUCH worse hair disaster!
When I was a tween I bought my first tube of immac and carefully applied it to my legs. Whilst waiting I failed to notice a touch of hair removal cream on my hand and brushed my fringe out of my face with it. Only post shower did I realise the error. I had one small pointy tuft of fringe left which my friends delighted in telling me made my shadow look like a unicorn. Pffft!!
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catherinemeadows@live.com
Back in my early 20’s I decided I wanted a whole new look. I went for a haircut and then did a home perm. I ended up with very short and VERY tight curly hair. It was awful!!
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I think most days are a hair disaster for me 😉 The worst was definitely the awful full fringe I had as a youngster – with a prominent cows lick on my hairline at forehead, that does not look good! I cringe so much looking at photos! My email is beautyjunkieuk(@)gmail(.)com
So not too long ago I thought it would be great to home dye my hair. Yeah, I should be kept away from that stuff. My hair went BRIGHT Blonde/White With Orange undertones and patches of dark blonde from where I had missed bits at the back from doing it all myself. My hair is STILL like it right now but with my roots coming through so as you can imagine it’s looking pretty lush right now. The only way I can hide it is my straightening it all out (too short to pull back and tie up!)
My best bad hair day was the day of my engagement party. I have naturally straight hair and wanted to add some waves. Booked into my usual hairdressers and told them this. They misunderstood, went for a bouncy look and I came out looking like Dolly Parton! The situation was not made any better when well-meaning guests told how much they liked ‘Dallas’ look…Still look at the pictures and shudder!
emartin@harden.walsall.sch.uk
I am ginger and I decided to go blonde so I popped to chemist for bleaching kit. Results VERY patchy like tangerine giraffe spots. Donned cap and ran to get another kit to try again but was hungover and fell asleep. When I woke up my hair was yellowy and stretchy like an elastic band. Called hairdresser and begged for help, dashed down there. Staff directed to stay after closing to try to figure it out. Decision? Cut 8 inches off, dye it back ginge make me keep it pleated with thick conditioning mask 24hrs a day for 2weeks.
What a nightmare, bar hair year! Fbrownwork@gmail.com