I recently had my hair done by the great Kaylene (who seriously needs to get herself a computer. . . how do people survive without one these days?) and went a bit darker, a bit redder than I was the last time. I really like it, but as she mentioned, red hair is really hard to keep up. It just fades so fast. I look in the mirror and I feel all hip and in-the-now and full of moxie and though I don't even know what that word means, I'm sure it has something to do with being ultra modern and cool with flaming red hair to boot.
Have I ever detailed on my blog the time I went blonde? Err, I mean, tried to go blonde. I'm not talking about the highlights that I've had off and on over the years, I am talking blonde blonde like 3 yr old tow-head blonde, Paris Hilton blonde, blonde I've been living on a beach all summer long wearing nothing but a speedo and a smile. Oh wait, strike that from image from your mental warehouses.
It all stems from the fact that my loving, fully accepting, always supporting husband of 9 years (at the time--we've now been married almost 11 years) decided husbands of blonde wives have more fun. Well, no, he didn't word it that way, but it was all his idea. He wanted me to go true blonde, like Allison Mack (Chloe) in Smallville.
I mean, no pressure right? First of all, she's gorgeous (and I think is wearing leather in this picture, so she gets extra points from the male point of view right there) and second of all, she's pretty darn blonde. Afraid I'd look like an albino scarecrow if I tried this, but ready for a new adventure in hair color, I bought a box.
Yeah. . . that was my second mistake. I bought hair color at the good ol' supercenter {do not do this}, slathered the stuff all over my head {do not do this}, and watched the clock. In fear. {again I stress: do not do this!}
When the timer dinged, I carefully rinsed out the peroxide mix and quickly started styling. It didn't take long to figure out that this plan had gone horribly horribly awry.
First of all, on the top, my hair could only be described as being freaky comic book yellow. I mean, Pow! Smash! Bang! Batman character yellow. The ends were a nice buttery blonde. Probably livable. But in the middle heaven-help-Brittney-Spears it was a horrible splotchy orangey concoction. It was horrid. Scary. Humiliating.
Well, what does one do when suffering through a hair emergency? I cried of course. I put a hat on and sobbed to my husband that I had ruined my hair and it was all his fault and being that this was all done on a Friday afternoon, it was too late to find a store open to help me fix it or dye it back. I even called the 1-800 # on the box and their suggestion was: go somewhere and have it fixed professionally!
I did some quick calling around and found a lovely salon nearby that was able to help me during my Disaster Of The Tresses and fix it. I'm pretty sure I was the cause of much giggling behind magazines that afternoon as I came in and meekly took off my hat and said, "Yup, I am she who hath ruined her hair. Please fix me."
Ladies, please leave the bleaching and the dying to the professionals. They ain't joking when they say: Don't try this at home.
In the end, my hubby was sorry that he'd asked me to turn into someone I am not. He was graciously OK with our forking out $87 that day to make me presentable. And he's never offered a hair-related opinion since. I told him I'd find some leather outfits a la Chloe to make up for it.
Ah well, you try something new...sometimes it works, sometimes it costs you $87.
I was recently asked by M&M's to try their new M&M's brand Premiums. Being that I'd just gotten off my cabbage soup diet for one week, I was more than a little happy to get my hands on these bite-sized tidbits of joy.
I love my job. I kid you not, I said this outloud when Mr. Fed-Ex delivered this box of chocolatey goodness into my hands.
Summary of the 5 flavors they had me taste-test (and I promise you I did not eat each and every one of these four-servings-per-box containers. I didn't. I really really didn't. Honest. I shared.):
Raspberry Almond: because these are wrapped in dark chocolate, they are naturally high on my list. They're good--just the right amount of raspberry in that it's not overpowering--you can still taste the chocolate, and there's a good sized almond in there too. They're so good that I had to give the remaining half a box to my neighbor once I got started and couldn't stop.
Chocolate almond: I actually expected to like these the best--however, after just a few bites, I personally felt (and a few others agreed with me) that the almond bite is pretty overwhelming and you don't get enough chocolate. Plus, you get thirsty real fast...not so much after scarfing down half a box of the raspberry ones for some reason. Maybe the dark/milk chocolate difference has something to do with that.
Triple Chocolate: These actually ended up being my favorite. I can plow through these like nobody's business. Though taste testers agreed we couldn't taste the three different chocolates, this flavor is still really good. And you don't get thirsty as fast so you can eat more. ;)
Mocha: I'll admit that I only tasted one of these, decided it tasted too much like coffee (which I don't drink or like the smell or taste of) and gave away the entire box to my son's teacher. She said they were good. Having a happy 1st grade teacher is always a good thing, so my job there was done.
Somehow, I didn't get pictures of the mint ones, but again, I didn't even taste them. I am not a fan of mint and chocolate together, but I have plenty of friends who are. Bad news: they did not care for the mint flavored Premiums. Too minty, too overpowering, reminiscent of a junior mint, but not as good. None of my friends said they would buy these if given the choice.
The pros: The packaging--very cool and fancy looking, and I love the actual design of the Premiums M&Ms:
You can see they almost have a metallic sheen to them--very neat design. And they're much larger than regular M&M's, a bit bigger than the peanut variety even. Also on the pro side, the different fancy flavors and colors. These would be great for baby or wedding showers, in fancy glass bowls and decanters.
The cons: Almost everyone who tastes these said they missed the trademark hard candy coating that regular M&M's have. These are much softer candies. Due to their size and fancy nature, they will obviously be more expensive than their M&M ancestors, and sadly, most people admitted that they wouldn't purposefully buy these unless for a fancy party or something. 9 our of 10 surveyed preferred original M&M's.
I applaud M&M's for trying something fun and different!
So what new things have you tried that did (or didn't) work out the way you wanted? What adventures have you taken, what spontaneous moves have you made, what stylistic choices have you purposefully selected only to have them either not quite work out as you had intended or end up a total success despite your trepidation?
M&Ms is sponsoring the following contest: All you fun, spontaneous, adventurous, and confident women out there, leave me a brief story in the comments of this post, detailing a hairbrained idea gone wrong. Or right! The crazier the better--anything to get the focus off of me and my tri-colored mop top.
Your prize will be an M&M sponsored gift basket full of all kinds of nifty neato presents including:
The prize pack:
1 carton of M&M'S® Premiums Raspberry Almond
1 carton of M&M'S® Premiums Chocolate Almond
1 carton of M&M'S® Premiums Mocha
1 carton of M&M'S® Premiums Triple Chocolate
4 M&M'S® Brand Martini Glasses
1 pack of M&M'S® Premiums Wine Charms
To enter, leave me a comment below and share your story - or you may leave a link to your post on your own blog in the comments below. The contest will begin at 12:00 a.m. (PST) on Monday, February 9th, and will end Sunday, February 15th at 11:59 p.m (PST). Make sure that the e-mail address you leave is correct. (And your e-mail address will remain private.)
Rules:
- No duplicate comments.
- This giveaway is open to U.S. residents.
- Winners will be selected via random draw, and will notified by e-mail.
- You have 48 hours to get back to me, otherwise a new winner will be selected.
- See the official rules for details.
Please check out other BlogHer M&M's reviews here. Go here for official rules to this contest. And, you can learn about M&M's Premiums on their web page.
I'd love you to drop by my main blog at Life with the Boys. Stop by and say hi. We can talk chocolate, boys, and scrapbooking. I consider myself an expert at all three. Or not.
PS: this doesn't have to be about hair! Although I am enjoying all your hair emergencies!
169 comments:
My hair growing up was brown with red highlights. So when in my mid twenties I started going gray, I started coloring my hair golden brown. After 30 years of doing this, I've gone back to natural, Salt and Pepper! More Salt than Pepper!
I still can't decide whether to color again or stay natural.
I do have 7 grandkids and the oldest is turning 14 on the 16th.
After I graduated High School I was doing a play in which I played someone of middle eastern descent. Well, since I'm a reddish-brown girl, and I would have to either wear a wig or use a spray to make it darker every night, my best friend Danny convinced me to dye it black. So we got a box, went to his place and got to work. When we rinsed my hair in the tub the water was crazy black and it totally stained the tub. After some towel drying we combed it out and blew it dry to discover I looked like Morticia Adams. My eye brows were pretty much non-existent and my face looked bleached out. I loved it. *wink* I was a bit of a weirdo though. It fit my strange style at the time. But, the best part of the story was calling my mom from his house to tell her I had colored my hair. We ended up having this huge argument over the phone. When I came home, she had a box of stuff that was supposed to strip the color from my hair. I didn't let her do it right away, I was performing! Well, the box really didn't work, it gave me some funky colored hair for a while. I ended up coloring it a dark burgundy to hide the weird orange streaks the stripping created.
Being a natural blond as a kid and then it going to Auburn brown after having two kids, thought I would go back to my blond color and well, like you it did not end so well. The top half was that pretty platinum blond and the middle didn't take too well (the yellowish color like you mentioned yours went) then the very bottom layer was my brown that I didn't get to cover because I ran out of dye. Needless to say I also had to make a trip to the salon to get it fixed and learned to NEVER EVER go blond by myself. I prefer the darker shades on myself. If I ever want to do highlights even, I will go to the salon!!!! I do like your hair darker, girl!
My story is: My hairdresser was moving to Indiana and I didn't want to just go to anyone. I had just started to color my hair to get the gray out, so I wasn't going to trust anyone. I had gone to her for at least 10 years, with the last year being the coloring job. Anyway as her going away gift to me, she gave me 6 tubes of color to do my own and find someone inbetween that time. I was scared to do it, so my oldest son thought it would be fun. He did it and it got all over the bathroom walls, not by me moving -- who knows how he did it. Anyway it turned out REALLY dark, the kids at school embarressed me by yelling out, "Did you color your hair? We liked it better the lighter color." Bless their souls for being honest, but I did not need to hear that. So the next month I found someone that was a lot neater and she has been my hairdresser since. Moral of the story is not to do it yourself and save money, something ALWAYS happens. (I forgot to tell you that my son used 4 of my good towels and they became car towels since I could not get off the dye.)
My story is one in reverse! The one and only time I had my hair colored was when friend (who was very good at it) highlighted it for me. I dropped by youngest off at preschool so we had plenty of time. We went to the salon shop, got all the goodies that we needed, compared the hair samples with my hair to make sure we got the right color (we decided to go a color or two lighter for the highlights), etc. It took forever for her to pull my hair through those little holes in the skullcap, then she put on the coloring. Nothing. OK, let's wait a little longer. Nothing. She rinsed it out and it still didn't look any different. Well, we figured that maybe the box was in the wrong slot at the store and it was the wrong color. So she went back to the store and got another box of a lighter color. Meanwhile, it has taken so long that I need to go pick up my daughter from preschool. So she puts the new color on and wraps my head up in Saran Wrap! I go pick up my daughter with Saran Wrap on my head! Fortunately, pick-up is drive up in line and they walk the kids to the car so at least I didn't have to go into the building. But, of course, at that time I was a substitute so I knew the teachers and the one that walked my daughter to my car wouldn't let her get in until the other teachers came over to gawk at me too! (She didn't want me driving away before they could see.) LOL Talk about embarrassing! -SarahKaye
I have had the chocolate almond ones and I actually LOVE the non shell coating. I need to try the chocolate raspberry ones!
As for my something new...
A couple of weekends ago we decided to try a new sleeping arrangement in our house. The two girls share a room and the boy has his own. Because the baby wasn't sleeping well and was keeping her big sister up, we thought we would have the two oldest share. We talked to them about it. They both agreed. We spent the day moving furniture, taking beds apart so that they would fit through the doors.
About 5 hours into the ordeal my daugther realized that she would be moving into her brothers room and not vice versa. And she didn't want to sleep in a blue room! (one wall is blue) She wanted HIM to move into HER room because the walls are purple!!
Because of a few reasons, that wasn't an option, so the move was off. And our Saturday was wasted! :P
My disaster happened last week.
I have naturally wavy hair....and a lot of it! Of course, I fight it with everything I have and use a flat iron to keep it not so wild.
I was at Kmart with my mama looking at boxes of home perm kits for her. Right next to those, they had a hair STRAIGHTENER kit!! It was a name brand and looked easy and safe. We followed the directions and my hair is no longer wavy. BUT, I think I've lost about 500% of the volume. It didn't fall out, it just deflated. My bangs are the worst. They used to be so fluffy and girly. Now it looks like my cat licked them. And to make matters worse, since they were so straight and pasted to my head, they were much longer than before. So I grabbed my craft scissors and hacked away. Well, they definitely aren't too long anymore!!!
Sadly, I think I'll have to live with this look until my natural wave starts coming back and giving me more hair and body.
(Sorry this turned out to be so long!!)
I'd LOVE to try those new M&M's! It's one of those days that I NEED chocolate!!
Here's my story ... when I met my hubby we were both single parents. We decided to take a family vacation several months into the relationship and take our three girls. We also decided to do the sink or swim method and have the three of them share a room (at his brother's house on top of it all!). The girls were 19, 19 and 17! We survived the trip and married a couple years later. AND the girls get along wonderfully now!! So I guess it turned out to be a good idea but boy was there room for it to be a fiasco!!!
I love the mint ones, they are my favorite. The triple choc are pretty good, too.
I have dyed my hair myself many times. I have only had it dyed at the salon a few times. The most recent was a bright orange. (as seen here http://ragininaz.blogspot.com/2008/10/slacker.html ) It looked nice for October, being Halloween and all. But when the lady rinsed my hair, she didn't rinse the back very well. My head kept itching and I could feel the dye. But I was going to see my sister and her baby in the hospital so I had to deal with it. Grrr.
Um. I don't really have a good story of a harebrained idea gone awry.
I have used the cap to highlight my hair many of times. So didn't thing twice about doing it. I put the cap on and took the time pulling all the stands of hair out, waited and saw it turning blonde. After I rinsed it out and dried it my jaw droped to the floor. The cap had no second layer so all the hole were open. I ended up looking like a cheetah.
Ok...my disaster has nothing to do with color, but it does have everything to do with hair! I do not share this with most people (until now) because it still brings back memories I would truly like to forget. Ok...here goes it! I wanted extensions...enough said...just kidding. My friend was a hairdresser and she had the extensions. These were the kind with wax on the ends, you just melt them into your hair with a sort of straightening iron thingy. Anyway, We got done with all the extensions. She said there were some areas that needed to be filled in and she would get more hair. Ok, first of all, my hair is not naturally straight but frizzy. This hair was straight as straight can be. Second of all, it hurt like all get up! Third, I LOOKED LIKE I HAD A MULLET! I remember my husband coming home from work, taking one good look at me and he looked liked he was going to die if he didn't laugh. So, I didn't want to hurt my friend's feelings because it took so long to do, and I really wasn't sure how to get these things out of my hair, so I left them in for a week. One week of pure h...!. It hurt so bad to sleep. Finally, I gave in (my friend still never had the rest of the extensions) and my husband (bless his heart) helped me get them out. He took my hair dryer and a fine toothed comb and heated my hair until the wax was warm enough to comb out. It really was the worst hair experience of my life! Unfortunately (or fortunately in my case) I did not get any pictures to prove that I really did have a mullet.
I love M&M's. Thanks for the chance.
My story is impulsive. That should set the tone nicely.
While strolling in the mall one day with my hubbie I decided I needed my hair cut. The mall has tons of places to get your hair cut so I thought this would be the perfect moment to get it done. Nevermind the fact that I am extremely picky about my hair! Why I thought this was a good idea I'll never know.
Anyways, I tell the girl how I want it cut, so that the ends naturally curl under. She says you can't cut it like that. I say the girl that usually cuts my hair does. She says ok and goes to town. It was cut to where it naturally curled OUT! I think she did it on purpose. I cried for hours, lol.
The bad thing is I would love my hair to curl out now, it is my preferred look.
I had to eat a whole box of mint premium M&M's to appreciate them as a different candy than M&M's. Then the whole package was gone and I wanted more. But I love mint & chocolate together. I may have to try those triple chocolate ones though!
Okay my story - I dyed my hair red with a friend in college b/c I have some red highlights naturally, so red should look good right? We learned permanent home dye is bad. Both of us ended up with orangey pinkish hair. My friends' hair faded to fairly pink - she was a sun-in blonde before. Salons wouldn't touch her hair to fix it b/c of too much dye so she had to sun-in herself to get it to grow out. She had pink hair for a while, and two tone dark blond/pink hair until she cut it short. My fate was much better, the salon dyed it a darker red/maroon color that blended enough with my roots until it grew out.
Well one day before my wedding my mom decided to try something new and her hair was blue on the bottom so my hairdress of 20 + years helped us out she was literally afraid that my mom hair would fall out.. Lesson learned not to wait till last minute for stuff and she went to a bargain hair dresser for a deal well she got what she paid for and lucky her hair didn't fall out and my hair dress was able to remove the blue to blonde she's always been blondie we have no clue what happened to her hair what was used she even went to the gal and the girl told her sorry your hair will fall out if I put anything else on it so you'll have to wait a couple weeks.. a couple weeks my daughter is getting married tomorrow.. So anyways.. we laugh about it now but not back then..I have a couple of these blue hair stories but this one is very memorable but worked out at the end. both before a wedding.. as luck would have it.
Her hair definetly would have matched her dress cause it was blue lol at the time she didn't think my sense of humor was funny then again it wasn't my hair that was blue this time. You would never know either from my wedding pictures that her hair was blue at anytime...
My story isn't anything out of the ordinary. My hair was dark black and long. I wanted to try something different so I wanted short, some-what dark purple hair. Turns out, at the end I ended up with short, black with reddish blonde hair.
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My worst hair stories all involve my children. Of my 5 kiddos, ALL of them have either cut their own hair, or each others hair, at least once, usually more than once! The worst was my precious first-born. He cut his beautiful snow-white blonde hair SO short (I mean, to the scalp) in so many places all over the front and top of his head that even when we buzzed it with our shortest clipper guards, we could still see the lines in his hair. It took MONTHS for him to have a 'normal' head of hair again, and in the meantime, everyone thought he was just trying to imitate his Air Force Daddy...with extra stripes, of course!
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Ok, even though mine isn't about hair. I posted it on my blog: www.thebluths.blogspot.com
When I was about 19 I had to move back home after I was involved in a serious accident. It just so happens that it was around Christmas time and my sister-in-law, who at the time was in school to become a hairdresser, decided that the Axle Rose stringy hair look I was sporting just wasn't going to cut it. She decided that a new, cute, girly, curly hair-do was just what the doctor ordered. She managed to convince me to let her perm my hair which at the time was so long it hung about two inches lower than my behind. I had my hair permed when I was younger and told her how suceptable to perm solution my hair was.. "I got the yeah, yeah, okay, no problem ... it will look awesome" response. It all started okay, there was the washing of the hair and the rolling of the hair onto curlers but half way through rolling my hair she decided she was hungry and stopped for lunch. I begged her not to as the curls were wound so tight I swear I could not blink my eyes. After her hour long lunch break she came back and finished rolling the rest of my hair, put the perm solution on and left it for 30 minutes. I kept begging her at the 20 minute mark to start nutralizing it... my head was on fire... she refused saying the perm would not set properly. I knew something was wrong even before my other sister came in the kitchen. I knew something was wrong even before my sister-in-law went running from the room before showing me my hair. I knew something was wrong even before my hair dried. Instead of long, silky locks atop my head, I had short, shriveled burned strands of hair hanging limply. In the end I had to have the real hair dresser cut my hair, which remember was down past my butt, all the way off up to my chin. I never chemically treated my hair ever again.
I really don't have a hair story. Mine has not been cut in over 50 years and comes to my knees when wet. Ural
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I have the best story involving homemade rootbeer bottles exploding all over my kitchen and adjoining family room when we were first married. I will post it on my blog tonight. Read it!
I worked in salons for several years as a nail technician. I had learned a lot about hair in my years observing the hair stylists. I have successfully colored my sister's hair many times. So, I decided I would do my own highlights with BLEACH. I went to the beauty supply, bought bleach and developer, and a cap. I pulled all my hair through the cap and applied the bleach. If you know anything about developer, you know there are different speeds at which it lifts the color. Like an idiot, I bought the really fast one. When I pulled the cap off I realized the bleach had bled through the cap. The only thing I could do was bleach my entire head. By the time I finished, and then applied toner to get the yellow out, I was PLATINUM blonde. If you have seen my skin color, you know how "awesome" I looked. The sad thing is, I thought it was sexy.
When I finally decided to go back to my natural color, I made the equally stupid mistake of going to the beauty college to get it done (thought I'd save a buck). To make a long painful story short, It turned out green because the girl doing it didn't know you have to put a filler on the hair first. I had a blind date that night. Great. I had to go back into the beauty school and demand that her instructor fix it. It still looked pretty bad, but my date was gracious.
You have my e mail address :)
Here is the link to my rootbeer fiasco.
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When my husband (Doug) and I were dating he brought home a cute little trout he caught fishing. This was right out of high school and I was quite a NOVICE cook. Fishing was a new experience for him and he was quite proud of his fish. He asked me to cook it and we would eat it for dinner.
I had no idea where to begin (these were the days way before the Internet). I knew that I liked my fish and chips battered so I dug around the kitchen and made up something to dip the fish in and something to dredge the fish in and I went about getting this fishy ready for the fry pan.
Problem: It was one fish and was going to be nowhere near big enough for the both of us and I so wanted to see his big smile as he beamed with pride for BOTH of our accomplishments. So, I dipped and dredged again. And Again. I had that fishy looking good! Nice and thick. I put it in the pan and boy did it smell good!
I put it on a serving platter and brought it out and when Doug laid his eyes on dinner it was pure joy! He couldn't believe it was the same fish he had brought to me. It was a thing of beauty! Looking at it even I couldn't help but marvel at how nice and plump it turned out. I sat there eagerly awaiting his first taste. He got our his knife and fork and started to cut into it. A fresh blast of steam came out along with a FOUL, FOUL odor. I am talking disgusting.
We looked at each other trying to figure out what went wrong. Then all of a sudden came THE question: Did you clean out the fish before you cooked it? WHAT??? I had no idea about such things. I told him I took the cute little fish, while avoiding touching it as much as possible, and at the same time avoiding looking in it's still open eye, and literally threw it into my dip and dredge bath. Now, how was I supposed to know that I was supposed to clean it. And further more, how in the world was I supposed to do that anyway?
Sadly, we never even got to try his fish. We threw it away and went out for dinner. Oh, by the way, he has never asked me to cook trout again!
ok.... here is my hair disaster. About a year ago, I decided I wanted those cute side sweeping bangs. So I told my hair dresser that I wanted to try them, but didn't want them too short so I wasn't totally committed and could wear my hair normal if I really didn't like them our couldn't figure out how to style them. So I went a few weeks and realized, they didn't look anything like side-swiped bangs. They just weren't cut short enough.... so I took matters into my own hands and tried to cut my own bangs. As soon as Chris (future hubby) saw the scissors in the bathroom, he knew it wasn't going to turn out well, but I convinced him otherwise.... I told him I knew what I was doing,k just a little trim... blah blah. Well..... a little bit, turns into a little more and a little more 'evening out' and by the time I was done... I had that thick Tyra fringe... yeah nothing like the cute side-swiped bangs I wanted. Unfortunately, you can dye hair back, but you can't grow it!! SO i just bobby pinned it back for like 5 weeks until they grew out enough that I could go get someone to cut them the way they should be. Go figure!! :)
My story isn't about hair. A few years before I started dated my husband and still looking for love... I went on a date with someone my friend thought I would be a perfect match with. In preperation for my date I went and bought the perfect outfit to bedazzle my date. The only problem was it would have looked much better with a little bit of a tan. Well there was no time to fake and bake so my friend suggested to get a spray on tan. I had never done it before, but thought I would give it a go. I rubbed the lotion on the hands and feet to be sure I had it evenly as instructed and was ready for the spray. It was cold and felt weird but I knew the end result would be well worth it. So the spraying stops. I put my clothes on and checked myself out in the mirror. I was impressed, I thought to myself "WOW you look great Heidi." (keep in mind the lights are yellow and low lighted) It was about noon by the time I was done and I get in my car look in my rear view mirror for one more glance and my tanned face and saw a reflection of a oompa loompa. That is right.. Straight out of willie wonka and the chocolate factory. I was Orange.. Actually it was more like a burnt orange.. Needless to say it lasted for a couple of days then slowly faded. Lesson learned.. Don't spray n tan :) Oh yeah.. My date and I had a good laugh over it and it didn't look so bad in the evening until I smiled with my pearly whites..LOL
What a story I have! Have you ever waxed your own eyebrows.....off!!! Well, in my early twenties I was trying to be frugal and thought I could do that! I had paid for this service at the salon and wanted to save a few bucks. Well, I ended up completely waxing off one side and had to then take off the other side....they had to match!! I used eyebrow pencil for sometime. What did I learn? Somethings are better left done by a professional! Those extra few bucks were used up in eyebrow pencil money!!!
Today, I am a brunette by choice (dishwater blond naturally)This is my 40th year celebration and why not be brunette? It's the new blond!
Oh yes, chocolate. I am passing that desire on to my two girls 10 and 4 we all have something in common now! My 20 year old and 18 year old boys are just not into it....their loss!
Thanks for letting me make my comments. Hope my story brings a chuckle.
Be Blessed~
Dawne
oh boy! i too have gone the hair disaster route! one summer (after beign int he pool all summer and i wanted to be MORE blonde) i bought a cheap box of dye, and proceeded to con my best friend into helping me. about 4 minutes after my tresses were neatly coated, i noticed my head was warm. very very warm, almost hot. i reached up to rub my head, and some of my hair came off in my hands!!! i started yelling at my pal to rinse my head! she dumped some water over me as i stood in the shower- with my clothes on- to get the dye out. it came out, but the ends broke off for days. i very nearly burnt all my hair off, and almost burnt my scalp! i now, leave this to the professionals! so i need some chocolate to recover!!!
My hair disaster story starts out like this... once when I was in my early 20's and thought I was invincible I thought it would be cool to dye my hair black, a black the looked red in the sunlight. Since I had a trusted roommate who worked at the beauty supply store I felt I was in good hands when I selected the bottles of dye and developer. I had been self coloring my hair for years, I started in high school with the box dyes and felt I could do anything with the few years of experience under my belt. Well I knew that I didn't want a blue black because I didn't think it would work with the red. After much debate and internal dialog that went something like this... don't do it, this probably won't work, what if it goes wrong... I mustered up the strength and went against my internal self. I settle on black and cherry red; as well as a new bowl, brush, gloves and developer. I wasn't certain how much of each color to mix and I wanted the result to be even, so I did half of each bottle (thinking ahead for root touch ups) and added the appropriate amount of developer. After applying, waiting and washing, I dried and styled my hair. It turned out awesome, I loved it.
The real story starts when later on a few months later when I wanted to lighten my hair because I felt it was too dark for spring... Back to the beauty supply store I went. I had the same internal dialog, I knew I should really go to someone for this.. but I bought the hair stripper and a different shade of red. After a few drinks with some friends, I had the courage necessary to strip the color from my hair... after the color was removed, and I say removed lightly because the roots were a weird shade of orangey blonde, the ends were white and the middle portion of my hair can only be described as soft pink. I freaked out but I was not distracted from the task at hand... I told myself this was probably normal and I should just go ahead with step 2 and re-color my hair and follow up with a nice conditioning treatment. Well, not normal, it was not fine... after coloring and conditioning and drying. My hair was hot pink and splotchy. The color was not even. It was horrible, more crying ensued, I locked myself in the bathroom and just stared in the mirror.
The next day I had to call in sick to work and try to fix my hair. Looking back I can't believe I colored it again-- myself, but I picked a plain dark brown and it covered everything up pretty good. After that fiasco I learned a valuable lesson, get your hair colored in a salon.
I am a serious food snob. So when it was my daughter’s third birthday, there would be no boxed cake mix! The best chocolate cake recipe is already in my recipe box, and for some reason I thought I’d try real buttercream frosting for the first time. (Alton Brown makes everything look easy)
My mother’s secret chocolate cake recipe says right in it “do not grease the pan,” which may be good advice when it’s to be served from the 9x13 inch baking pan. But even I know that when you expect the cake to remove from the pan, some lubrication is needed. Unfortunately I was out of cooking spray, nor did I have shortening (heaven forbid – see my first sentence), and I just knew that I’d read somewhere that you shouldn’t use butter to grease a pan. Well, it is a nonstick pan, right? And the recipe specifically says ‘do not grease.’
So I didn’t.
Guess what happened. No really, take a guess.
Yea. 8pm the night before the party and I’m trying to get the cake out in as few pieces as possible so I can still frost it. While I’m holding it upside down trying to let gravity do the work, most of it removed itself from the pan and flung itself to the floor in a desperate attempt to escape from the knife I was prodding into it’s tender underbelly.
Tears. Woe. Trip to the grocery store for a can of PAM. Lots of cake on a plate for the hubby who went to the store for the PAM. Second cake removed beautifully and waited for frosting.
Next morning I watched the Good Eats episode on buttercream one more time just to make sure I had it all down. Whipped eggs until light and fluffy – check. Add sugar syrup with bulb baster – crap my bulb baster is so old the seal is shot on the rubber. We manage to make do (this is already too long to elaborate on that) and then I’m supposed to start adding cold butter. The cold butter melts into the warm egg/ sugar mixture and (as they say) emulsifies. But what I see is not emulsification. (yes, that’s a word. My spellcheck says so. But it doesn’t like spellcheck. Go figure) What I see is a light fluffy mass of sugar eggs deflate in no time flat and become just a beige mess slapping around the bowl of my stand mixer.
More tears. More woe. Why did I decide today is the day I decide for the very first time I’m going to make this frosting!? People are coming in 2 hours and not only is this cake not decorated, but I don’t even have enough confectioner’s sugar for plain old stupid regular frosting. No reward for the hubby’s grocery trip this time, unless your wife being done crying when you get home counts. And of course my daughter wanted to watch the Backyardigans instead of sprinkle the special sprinkles we bought after she’d been requesting them at every grocery trip that took us down the baking aisle for almost 7 months leading up to the big day. Ungrateful wretch.
Long story short? (Too late for that I’m afraid.) The cake stand nearly tipped over when I was cutting the cake and the whole cake almost slid right off (thank goodness there was a lip on the edge), but it still tasted great (of course), and the princess loved it (thank goodness!)
Whew. I feel better. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
Ok, my disaster stories don't involve hair, just balance. I was notorious for falling down in high school and college! I would just be walking and the next thing you knew, I'd be down on the ground with my stuff strewn everywhere. SO many things broke because I fell on them (coffee mugs, the knee in my jeans actually ripped once when I fell on the sidewalk in between classes, etc...)! Well, one time when my hubby and I were dating, we were walking around an outside mall during the winter time. It was a beautiful night and I was holding my true love's hand. All was well in my world....until we went to walk down four steps and I happened to hit the only ice patch and fell knees first down those steps. My boyfriend at the time (hubby now) just looked at me in surprise because he still had a hold of my hand! He asked me why I didn't grab onto him instead of letting my hand go slack. The only thing I could say was, "I always fall and I didn't want to bring you down with me!" I also fell down the stairs to his apartment while holding a crockpot, but nothing broke--just my pride crumbled as I looked around and hurried inside!;-) Once we were married, he threatened to put me in a wheelchair anytime I was pregnant. I'm pregnant for number 2 now and have yet to be wheeled around though I did fall down the last three steps of our house last week--no clue how, but I did land on my butt. Seriously, God is watching out for me when I'm pregnant! How am I not in a body cast? To this day, wherever we are, my husband points out every dip in the walk, every curb or step I have to take, especially if he isn't holding my hand. When he is holding my hand, he instantly changes his grip whenever we have to walk up or down anything, just to make sure I don't go slack on him ever again! I call that love, don't you???
The clutz forgot to leave her e-mail address: jess AT stevansheets DOT com
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Ok so I have to say taht a friend had these new premium m&m's at bookclub last week and i am addicted to the mint ones...i love them so much, so they don't have the hard candy shell...who cares when they taste so delicious without it...they are pretty pricey though.
my story is that i was driving without my seatbelt on (as usual) and noticed that a policeman was behind me and he had flipped his lights on, i thought oh crap that is going to be a $45 ticket at least...i wan't speeding so i wasn't sure why he was pulling em over anyway. i decided to sneekily slip my seatbelt on before i came to a complete stop but ended up running into a nearby garbage can since i wasn't fully paying attentio to what i was doing. he checked my car and made sure i hadn't damaged it or the garbage can and then proceeded to give me a lecture anda ticket.....pretty embarrasing!!!
I hope I win!!!!
My story is sort of the reverse of the adage don't try this at home. I've been cutting my own hair at home for years after a disastrous trip to the salon in high school. I went in innocently asking for layers. You know what layers are, right? Apparently the beautician did not. When she was all said and done the hair on the top of my head was only about an inch long - all of it, on the sides it was longer. It was horrible. I cried. My father still brings up what he refers to as the "Darth Vader" haircut thanks to the gallons of hair spray the woman used on my hair in her pathetic attempt to make it look like something other than the complete travesty that it was.
Recently I've had to resort to coloring my hair to hide the gray, but being cheap and afraid of commerical dies I've been brewing my own homemade hair dye.
Hi My hair story is like yours I was maybe 19 years old and my girlfriend talked me into letting her color my hair I am thinking that we might have been drinking some wine coolers she colored my hair blonde or so we thought when she rinsed it I had a bright orange blond streak through the top of my head and I looked like horrible! To top it off my dad told me I looked like I had hooker hair so my friend went around calling me " Malibu hooker barbie" I had to wear my hair like that until all the color finally faded...The moral to the story never let a friend color your hair if you have been drinking and I like you never color with a boxed color anymore I always pay to have mine done gladly! I enjoy your blog!
Kelly Bryan Bryan45@bellsouth.net
Luckily, I've been the fixer of hair fiascoes of others...but I have had several big crazy ideas that don't always turn out quite right.
I like to think that I can remake almost anything that I see. I'm always trying to figure out how something is done and if I can do it for cheaper. My craziest was my wedding dress. I was really sick at the time and so I couldn't make it. I had some gowns picked out, but they were all designer couture gowns and there is no way I was going to spend thousands on a dress. So what did I do? Ordered it from China...bad idea. I received the pictures of the finished product via e-mail and it looked NOTHING like what we had discussed and the pictures that I sent. They sent the dress and it was so not good. We ended up going to a local bridal boutique the week before the wedding to try on everything without looking at the price tag. Well the first dress I tried on was perfect! It was on sale and fit in my budget. It felt like it was meant to be! So it was a bad situation that got worse before it got better, but ended well!
Well, in the middle of making my old standby chocolate pound cake for my son's birthday a few years back, I ran out of sugar. Can't have cake without enough sugar, right? So, I dashed to the market, got what I needed, and dashed home to resume making the cake. Now, the cake bakes for about 1 hour and 15 minutes. At the appropriate time, I took the cake out of the oven, set it out to cool, and left the room. When I returned a few minutes later, the cake had "fallen" to just a few inches high in the bottom of the tube pan. Thinking I had messed up on the timing I returned it to the oven for 10 minutes. Repeat above scenario. Repeat 3 more times. Well, there goes that cake, I thought! But--with no time to run out for a cake, I cut into it and tasted it. WHO KNEW! It turned out to be the most decadent, fudgy, moist "cake" we'd ever had! (Served it in a bowl with hot fudge and vanilla ice cream.) And racked my brain to figure out what I did wrong... Looking back at the recipe, retracing my steps to the market, I realized I had left just before adding the eggs to the batter--and neglected to add them when I returned home. DELICIOUS mistake!
I have so many but this one sticks out in my mind. Back in the day it was really cool to have your hair longer on one side and shorter on the other. And my mom wouldn't let me do it, so one afternoon I decided to do it myself. And it came out badly. So she took me to have my hair cut and it was SHORT. And board straight, so she decided. I needed a perm. So now my hair was short and poodle curly. And then I decided I wanted to be a bit blonder so I tried Sun in with a hair dryer. And my hair turned kind of a pink color. Can anyone say cotton candy. Well not really but it was bad. And all I had to balance my hideous hair with was my nice brace face. Talk about glad that the days of being trendy or trying to be are gone! Now that i wrote about this, I need to find a scary picture of the results. I know it exists with me in a Gumby T shirt and hot pink High Tops.
My great idea back in college was to paint the cabinets in my new apartment by sitting on the counter and resting one foot on a chair. At one point I put too much pressure on the chair which slipped and I fell back and poured an entire quart of white enamel paint over my head. My head was covered with very long straight black hair! The funniest part though, was me ripping off my clothes and cursing in front of a full bank of as yet uncurtained windows. I'll bet it was a great show!
Sal's Girl
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Overpermed hair when I was a teenager. My mother just hated my straight hair so she would talk me into getting perms while in middle school and high school. I had short hair and she just wanted me to have a short, easy to take care of hair style. I hated it! My head always looked fuzzy from too many perms. I finally said enough is enough and let it grow out. To this day I refuse to get a perm and leave my hair long, straight and healthy!
Oh oh oh, I had to post. I had a similar issue as you. I wanted to go blond for some crazy reason. So I bought the stuff at the store and one night while my mom was out of town and only my dad and younger sister were home, I did it. I put it in my hair. Problem. My hair had product in it that made the bleach stay in it. So what I thought I'd washed out was still in my hair. Smoking!!! I was laying on the floor watching tv thinking I had finished the job and just needed to dry it and style it and I saw smoke. I thought I was crazy but went to look in a mirror. Sure enough, smoke rising from my head. I freaked! So I grabbed my younger sister and took off into the night for products save my hair. I went to K-mart before it closed for the day and got all the moisturizer I thought would save me from baldness. I went home and washed and layered my hair with the stuff. Oh forgot to mention I went to K-mart with a big cap on and while I was on the way I asked my sister if she saw any smoke...while I was turning a sharp corner, and the smartbutt says yes. She was joking but I screamed "What!!!" and almost missed the turn completely.
So I get home and my dad had just off the phone telling my mom what had happened and how her and my grandfather had a good laugh at my expense. I didn't mind though, she was there for my grandmother's funeral so I am glad my hair trama made them laugh. Well, I got my hair clean and it didn't fall out, but I had a straw colored skunk line down the center of my head and the rest of the hair was black. My friends all thought it was cool. I played it off that I meant it to be that way. My family on the other hand refuse to let me forget about that awesomely bad...yet very funny day. :-)
Michelle
paisleygirl.contact@gmail.com
I have such a love/hate relationship with my hair! Right now, my hair is winning - I, too, tried to color my own hair and even enlisted the help of a friend who colors her own hair. Well, I think the first CLUE that something wasn't right was the burning and it smelled terrible too. But, beauty often hurts so I kept on being patient. My reward? My hair wasn't buttery blonde but orangish red. Horrible. And, it damaged my hair so much that I haven't gone to get it fixed! Ugh.
The m&ms are just what I need to feel better - if they had one that had blood orange with it that would be just too perfect. But, I've never been too picky about chocolate - I will try them all! I will confess that peanut M&Ms are my absolute favorite dessert in the world, especially the dark ones frozen with a slurpee from 7-11.
I am knew to blog world and didn't leave my email so I am just leaving it now - jennyfergray@yahoo.com - Jabber Jaws.
Sorry.
My hair disaster story is very recent and the wounds are fresh. I have been dying my hair "dark blonde" (the official box color is Macadamia Nut) for years. Yes - doing it myself at home. But, it worked and I received lots of compliments on it. But, I couldn't leave well enough alone and decided I needed to be more blonde at the beginning of 2009.
Yes - I tried to become Paris Hilton blonde. Now, my hair is naturally DARK brown. But in it's dark blonde state, I had no idea how much it would resist and resent my attempt to lighten it more.
I purchased the full-out at home bleaching kit and applied first to my roots (of course?) and then to other parts of my hair. When I rinsed and removed the towel (the moment of truth) - I screamed. My 14-year-old daughter came running in, took one look at me and fell on the ground laughing. My 18-year-old daughter was close on her heels and had to hold her jaw up to keep it from hitting the floor.
I had albino blonde roots, dark splotches here and there, orange splotches in way too many places, and just not enough blonde in the right color. I quickly grabbed a hat and my purse, told my husband I would be back soon, and headed back to the drugstore. I knew I was going to have to go dark at this point. There was just no fixing what I had done.
So, after my quick repair at home (during which my daughter kept telling me all my hair was going to fall out), and another $90 at a salon, I am a brunette. I have not been a brunette since 1998. Seriously. My husband loves it. My kids tell me I look more like a mom now. I suppose that's a good thing.
I can't say I'm done with my attempts to go blonde. We'll see what summer brings because I really do think blondes have more fun.
I must be living in the dark not knowing you had this review blog. Pretty fun to read. Sorry no fun hair story from me.
Junior High School and a snuck bottle of Sun-In.... oh geeze. I want to cry just thinking about it. Dark Brown will not become natural blond even at the best salon but sun in? It was a disaster. A disaster my mother made me live with as it grew out because I was sneaky w/ the sun in. Some kids never learn!
yum, chocolate!
yum, chocolate!
But don't we all have hair stories?! I actually bleached about a 1" section of my hair last week. In the front. As an assault on the gray hair that has invaded my head.
I rather like it. I blogged about it and so far it suits me...although I can tell it's growing out much too fast already.
Since my hubby is bald, or near totally bald I obligue him by shaving his head.
Now it was the day of his grandmother's funeral and he wanted what hairs he has shaved-- so he would be looking his best as a pallbearer. There I am with the clipper in my hand when I made the first and second stroke and realized that I had forgot to snap the guard on the blade. When I commented my hubby thought I was kidding...till he got a second mirror for a back view and then all I heard was "you stupid bleep bleep bleep". I felt bad but I couldn't help laughing. I fixed my error by just added the closest guard and finished the job. He had some distanct marks in his hair. A design of sort.
Now we go to the funeral and he says just don't point it out to anyone. Escepially his Aunt Linda. So there I am in the corner telling his cousin's wife what I did when we look up and who do you think is stroking his hair--Aunt Linda.
To this day thinking about his first reaction makes me laugh. Of course I never forget to the guard.
When we were stationed with the military over in Germany, I was feeling pregnant and unattractive. To cheer me up my husband thought it would be fun to spend the day in France. I thought it would be adventurous to get my hair cut while there. I don't speak French. The girl said she understood German, so I was trying to tell her how I wanted it cut. I kept telling her that I didn't want it too short, but apparently she thought I meant the opposite. Oh, my word. It was horrible...longer in front and shaved in the back. I thought I'd die. lol It finally did eventually grow out, but it took forever!
My daughter decided to "dread" her hair...well sorry her shoulder length very straight hair just didn't want to do that soooo...after a year of trying (and looking poorly) her sister talked her into cutting them off. She looked like barbie after a 2 year old went crazy with the scissors. So the obvious next step for 2 teenagers is to shave her head. A bald mollee appeared on my cell phone picture within 20 minutes. Crazy children.
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Well for me it is taking the scissors to my own hair and cutting my own bangs when I was five omg My mom was mortified. then to top it off I put my hair in a ponytail and chopped it as well needless to say I thought it was pretty good for a five year old but mom didn't. Along with this I put baby lotion and powder that day in my hair.. Mom was just not a happy camper.. Where was mom you all ask.. In the shower hehehehe
Well for me it is taking the scissors to my own hair and cutting my own bangs when I was five omg My mom was mortified. then to top it off I put my hair in a ponytail and chopped it as well needless to say I thought it was pretty good for a five year old but mom didn't. Along with this I put baby lotion and powder that day in my hair.. Mom was just not a happy camper.. Where was mom you all ask.. In the shower hehehehe
Manders
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I have a cake story.
Though I grew up with cake mixes (and frosting mixes!), my stepmom inspired me as an adult to make everything from scratch.
I bought a Hershey's cookbook while visiting their factory many years ago and have my favorite cake & brownie recipes.
A few years ago, while baking my birthday cake, instead of using my favs from Hershey for cake and frosting, I decided to make a yellow cake and used a recipe from Betty Crocker.
I followed the directions even though they were different from most. When I added my butter (warm & softened) to the mixture, it solidified into little pieces of butter. I kept the mixer beating it, even though I knew I was overbeating it but the little strings needed to be mixed in before baking.
The layers came out tough and flat -- they hardly rose at all. I had lots of people coming over to my party and I didn't have the time to make another cake.
What to do? I made up some chocolate fondue, chopped the cake into little pieces and made a bad situ the best!
I love the look and taste of several of those new M&M's -- they're so pretty and shiny.
I would love my job too, if I got a box of all of those! Yumm!
Susan
who can be bribed for her fav cake, frosting, brownie and chocolate fondue recipes!
The first time i dyed my hair it turned a dark purple, and on a day we were having a big family party! lets just say everyone said my hair was an interesting color.
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My best friend, her daughter and my daughter all conspired with my husband to throw me a surprise birthday party. It was a lot of fun. The problem was that they decided to do it at MY house. (I have 9 kids and our house is pretty crowded and never really "up" for having company.)
So the birthday surprise patrol got my husband to take me to a hotel for the weekend so they had a day to clean the house and get ready for the party. My best friend is really tall. She kept hitting her head on the chandlier in my dining room. After a few head bangs, she decided to tie it up higher with some yarn.
The party happened and went well.
Once everyone left, my husband, me and my kids were "hanging out" trying to get motivated to clean up the mess afterward. My 13 year old son asked if I noticed something different about the dining room. I'm detail oriented, so Yes, I can see the light fixture is a lot higher than it used to be. When my son tells me my friend, Tam, tied it up with yarn, I worry aloud to my husband, "What if the yarn breaks? Couldn't that really be a problem?
"So my son, Nate, the one who wants to be an engineer when he grows up, says, "Hey, I could fix it with a carribeaner which is metal and more stable and get rid of the yarn." Since my husband regularly hits his head on it, I agree this might be a good compromise.
20 minutes later, I heard a "half" shout and see something move in the dining room and hear a really loud "thud". My mom instincts said this was "NOT GOOD!" So I jumped off the couch and rushed into the dining room.
There is my son, slumped over the table with blood slimed everywhere. It was like a horror movie. As he came too, he said, "Oh my gosh. I'm bleeding!" I grabbed his spurting thumb and yelled at my husband to get the van, we're going to the ER."
We made it. He recovered. But the ER doctors and nurses thought it a really outrageous story.
13 year old boy wants to fix a hanging light fixture for his mom because she's worried the yarn used by her friend to fix it will break. So he takes a carribeaner, threads it through 2 rings on chain that the light hangs on and then CUTS the yarn with his dad's pocket knife. Only he accidentally cuts the electrical cord too which shocks him and causes him to pass out on top of the dining room table. As he's falling, he loses control of the knife and drops it and it cuts his other thumb on the way down, severing his tendon and causing a river of blood to flow until mom comes on the scene and takes him to the ER.
The thumb was surgically repaired and is now in good working order. The hanging lamp is very securely fastened with the carribeaner. The 13 year old boy is extremely proud of his scar and tells a different story every time someone notices it.
I think the truth is the best "story".
Short and simple: I bought the color "chocolate cherry". I was hoping for a rich, brown color, with a hint of red highlights. (And how could I go wrong with the name-"chocolate cherry"?)
Well, obviously, I could.
I think the manufacturer left the chocolate color out.
I was the ugliest Red head in the US. I gack at the pictures of myself.
I recently got my hair highlighted for the first time. I just wish the cut would have been shorter. It's been six weeks, but it was cute.
I don't really have any horror hair stories. I'm too scared to let anyone do too much because I don't want one LOL
Well the worst for me was when I dyed my hair gothic black during the times when I thought the darkest Wet n Wild lipstick was hot. After 2 months of hating the color I went and bought a lighter more weird looking color. You can't dye over dyed black hair Marisa.
I had to go back into the drugstore with auburn roots and vampire black hair to find something to strip the color out. sigh...
Oh man, I still have nightmares about my attempt to give myself a perm hours before a date. I bought a drugstore kit, thinking to myself how hard could it really be. The fumes that came out of the bottle should have warned me. When I had to open my windows in the middle of January in IL to continue my endevour, and squirrels died immediately, I should have been warned. But, no, I forged ahead. I applied the liquid that smelled like nuclear waste to my hair and carefully wrapped my waist length and already curly heavy hair in the tiny rollers.
Now the istructions said I had to wait for it to dry. In middle of January, in -20 temperatures. 4 hours before my date was supposed to pick me up.
2 hours into it, I felt my hair and unrolled one strand and found it still soaking wet. I took out a hairdryer and started trying to dry it. An hour into that, I am panicking and think, oh what the hell, let's just get over it. I started unrolling my hair.The cheap plastic rollers kept getting stuck in unrolled hair and makign a huge mess.
I actually had to cut off part of my hair to get rollers out. My hair was a humungous mess. It looked like I had a 2 foot afro. And it stayed that way for weeks!
I have never tried to get or do a perm on myself ever since then. The fumes inside salons when they are doing dyes and perms make me nauseous.
When I was a young girl of about 12my mother gave me a home perm and then we went on vacation. My hair was frizzed and fried and looked like a brillo pad on my hair. The day after we returned from vacation my father entered me in a beauty contest at his lodge. Here I was flat chested, brillo pad on my head and not a soul to applaud for me. The MOST humiliating day of my adolescence. I LOVE M & M chocolates of all kinds. Please take pity on my still stinging memories of childhood.
OMG! The story you just told could have so been about me! Being the frugal person I am, I thought, hair dye, can't be that hard. Picked up a box at the ole Wags, read the directions thoroghly and thought, I can do this. I should also mentioned that my husband wasn't home at the time and knew nothing of my little hair adventure. Knowing that my hair takes color well, I didn't leave the color on very long. Wouldn't have mattered anyway. The damage was done. I washed out the color and when I removed the towel, my jaw literally gaped open. Oh my. I immediately started calling all salons in the area ( I should also mention that it was a Saturday, so you can imaging how many open apts there were...) and finally found a salon all the way across town that had an apt open. Done. Well, it just so happend that my husbands gma was in the hospital and we were going to go visit her that afternoon when my hubs got home. As I watched the clock nervously, I decided it best that I break the news in person, rather then calling his cell phone. I heard the key in the lock and the look on his face said it all. When he tells the story, he says that I told him "If you say anything, I will kill you." I don't remember this part, but sounds like something that I would say. Call it post-traumatic stress syndrome. Needless to say, I kept the apt, he, proving to be the wise hubby that I married didn't get in any snide comments, and we made a fashionably late entrance to see his grandma. Who, by the way said "I love your hair dear" when we walked in the room. Of course, the hubs couldn't resist, he burst out laughing and then proceeded to tell the entire story. He lasted longer than I thouht he would at least....
I love, love, love cholocate!
I tried to color my hair at home to make it more radiant, my hair is dark.
It seriously turned green.
And I was too embarrassed to see may hairdresser, so I bought another cocloring kit to fix it - turned it black. Took at lot of washes to get it out.
Barb
keysbmv@yahoo.com
My great idea gone very, very bad is when we decided to give my friend Josh a surprise party for his 18th birthday. (This was 11 years ago, I guess I can talk about it now :-)
I had another friend of mine (who Josh did not know) KIDNAP Josh from the grocery store, blindfolding him, driving him around, etc...to wind up at my friend Tara's house. It was all great fun until Josh started freaking out and crying and had an accident on himself. I guess Roger was a good kidnapper! So...what should have been fun and funny turned into embarrassing b/c of fear...I have never planned a kidnapping since then~
Don't we all have scary hair stories.My daughter worked and worked to try and get me to help her dye her hair. So, we have it a shot and she had the most beautiful color of lavender you have ever seen! BUT, that wasn't what we were shooting for, over $100 later, she still had 6 mos to recoup. You would have thought I would have learned my lesson. Couple of years later, she hit me up again. This time she wanted to go auburn, no, some kind of ashe. WEll, this one was even worse. The color was a neon green! Even the hairdresser could not get it all out. My daughter had to have several treatments, couple of haircuts and intense conditionings. This mother is cured!
I've had pretty good luck coloring my hair, although there have been a few interesting shades along the way...
My hair disasters have all involved scissors. What started out as bangs somehow turned into a mullet, and that prompted me to get all my hair cut off. Every once in awhile the hair gets cut just a bit too short, the cowlicks take over, and I wind up looking like Little Orphan Annie.
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Chocolate almond, yum!
I've had more hair disasters than I care to admit. My worst: 11th grade, fire engine red (I'm naturally medium brown). Second worst: 25 years old (old enough to know better!), black all over with a blond streak in the front. Both were terrible.
I'm currently working on a doctorate and I think that has been the biggest adventure yet! However, I'm ready for a break.
One pair scissors + one kindergartner = a very funny situation!!
Ok, that would be this week when I cut my own hair. When my husband got home from work and noticed right away he declared, "who the heck past the age of 5 cuts their own hair." I really don't know what got into me, once I started I couldn't stop. Oh well, it makes for a funny, spontaneous fun :-)
I wanted to cover the gray before going on a visit to my husband's family. The usual brand that I use was not on stock at the store. So I figured that I would try another brand. I wanted some reddish highlights and proceeded to select a similar one from another brand.
Once I got home I proceeded to color my hair. I waited the minutes and kept saying... hhhmmmm... It looks a little bit too red around the edges.... Oh well, let's wait and see. After I washed the haircolor out. I turned and look into the mirror and to my HORROR it was CARROT RED!. I almost died of shock... And I am very glad there are 24 hour supermarkets around. I sent my husband to search for my usual color. It took him a few stores but he found a package. I applied it over the carrot red and it turned out to be a nice mix of brown with red highlights. Phew!!!
My story involves scissors, enough said. So one day I decide to go get my hair cut at a new place. I go in and ask for layers and bangs. So the haridresser starts cutting and cutting and I realize that it's getting pretty short. At this point I say enough. I let her finish and over all she did a good job although it was short. She styles it and it looks good. SO I go home and wash my hair since she put a lot of product into it. After I wash and dry it myself, I realize the bangs are crooked and too long. SO I decide that I will "fix" it. Of course I start cutting (big mistake) and cutting (bigger mistake) and by the time I am done, I have butchered the bangs. THey are more crooked and even more demented and way too short. SO now I look horrendous. All I can say is thank goodness for hairbands because it took a few weeks before I could actually go back to a hairdresser and get the bangs to look normal
I thought I'd save some money and tried highlighting my hair at home.
Once.
Instead of the nice light blonde highlights I'd been getting from the pros, I ended up with red.
Alcohol + marijuana + clippers + Sid and Nancy = shaved head, eyebrows and other areas.
Thankfully this was over 25 years ago so the shame has passed.
when i was a teen i got glamour shots done, they curled my hair and i thought i looked so good with big curls so i decided to get a perm.... BIG mistake, it fryed my hair, turned it into straw and its never been the same lol thats my one exploration that went bad
My hair came from being broke(college student), desperately needing a haircut, and deciding to be brave and test out the local beauty college. So I call ahead and ask if there were any students doing haircuts that day and the women on the phone said actually the students were being graded on their hairdressing finals and one of the "models" called in sick-so therefore I took that as a sign that this was my lucky day and headed over.
I get there and they bring me to the back and sit me in the chair of a VERY pregnant, VERY NERVOUS REDHEAD who asked me what I want done. I tell her I just need a little shaping and trim...she tells me that she really did poorly on her last evaluation and she would really love to do something dramatic to impress her professors and get a good score. I felt really sorry for her (like I said she was VERY PREGNANT) so I agreed but asked her to to please be conservative enough that I could still put it up in a ponytail. Well, by the time she was done all of my ponytail hair was on the floor and I had the haircut of Carol brady. You know the one that looks like a mullet...close cropped on top and long on the bottom. She then smiles brilliantly and says "look I left this bottom half long enough that you could have a low ponytail."
She looked so happy with herself that I didn't have the heart to say anything and just swallowed my tears. Then I had to shell out some nonexistent money to go get it fixed at a salon..by fixed I mean the cut the bottom tail off so that my whole head was cut like a boys (think Mia farrow in rosemary's baby). Lesson learned:no haircuts from pregnant students EVER AGAIN!!!
I am one of those with straight-straight hair, who would like it to be Curly (with a capital C). This desire was enhanced exponentially after seeing Amy Irving in both Yentl and The Competition--oh, I yearned for Amy Irving's hair!!! Four years and I don't know how many perms later (including several that were two at a time, because it took two to make my hair a touch wavy), I had to admit it was just never going to happen....I still yearn for it, but now enhance with a little semi-permanent color rather than trying to force my hair to do something it just isn't going to do!!
When I was in college, there was this temporary coloring that I wanted to try. I wanted to be a punk. I had the short spiky hair, but I also wanted a job so I didn't want anything permanent. Well I talked my roommate into doing the coloring for me. I wanted to scream when it change my hair to a somewhat green!!! I have no idea what happened. It lasted until it grew out. Luckily I had short hair so it didn't take too long. I didn't touch a box of color again until a few years ago. The gray was getting too much so now I'm a slave to the box again. I'm having much better success. Perhaps coloring and beer don't mix.
I relocated to another state after my husband was transferred. Needing to get my hair dyed, I tried a recommended salon. Entering I was assigned a very pleasant woman. We instantly hit it off. Picking my color, she mixed it and applied it to the top of my hair. We started to chat and I really enjoyed myself. She rinsed and dried my hair. Getting home, I realized I had only the top of my hair dyed and not the bottom half. The next day I went back to the salon. The manager was not pleased to redo my hair for nothing. She put the woman who didn't finish the dye job on notice and I was not comfortable ever going back there again.
I decided once that i wanted blue streaks in my hair and they made a do-it-yourself kit just for that. The 'bleach' leaked through the cap and left CIRCLES of bleach in my hair - not the look I was going for. Then the blue turned out the more of a gray. It was expensive to fix it and a lesson well learned.
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When I was in 4th grade, my mom decided I should have short hair. I hated it.
I once decided to color my own hair on a day I wasn't feel well and was really tired. I didn't think much of it afterwards until I went to meet my husband and he pointed out that I had missed huge chunks of hair!
I have no horrific color stories I have been coloring my own hair for years - however I did try to bleach a friends hair but turned way to many colors. On the box it clearly states do not color again within 2 weeks, long story short after 3 boxes of hair color and 7u hours later we just shaved his head. Needless to say my girlfriends will not let me near their hair.
Ahh much like you I like to change it up a little, just last week I decided to go red again, love it! But back in high school I loved to dye my hair black, the biggest mistake was when it started growing out, blonde roots, oh yuck. It was horrid. So I decided to strip my hair of all the black and I made a even bigger mess. I had about 4 shades of color in my hair. I finally decided I better get some professional help and went to the salon, the stylist made me promise to never do that again. lol and I can honestly say I haven't!
When I started coloring my hair I missed the part about only coloring new growth so month after month I colored from root to tips until my medium brown hair was almost black. It took 5 hours and $200 for color correction to get my medium brown hair back.
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I was in a Shakespeare play last year and played a man. We thought it would be okay to go with a ponytail, but in the end, I got sick of it and tried to rectify it.
Attempt one started with massive amounts of hair gel, bobby pins, and hair spray that left me nearly high from the fumes and covered my head in a helmet-like sheen that was able to be knocked upon. Nobody would go near me because I was doused with hair spray.
Attempt two involved a little help from another substance (Nyquil) and some scissors, which ended up in a very interesting, very...angled hairstyle that fit very well under a beret, thank goodness...
Let's just the say in the 80's I had my 'finger stuck in a light socket' hair moment! I could put the best metal 'hair band' out there to shame and I have the pics to prove it!
I've never had a perm, so scared of my hair getting messed up. LOL But, I'd sure like the M&M's!!! My boys would die for it!!!
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got ticked off at the world and cut off all my hair- i mean a real buzz cut. i wore a hat 24/7 for 3 months, lol!
I have always loved "odd' hair colours, but my high school would not allow them. The day I graduated I decided to dye my hair blue with black streaks. My best friend did it, and it came out lovely. But I was very clueless on hair coloruing and bleaching due to not being able to experiment earlier on. The blue started to fade, and I decided to scrap-it, re-bleach and dye my hair purple... TWO WEEKS after I just bleached it. Needless to say, a good chunk of my hair came out in the back, and I didn't notice it until the next morning, and accused my friend of cutting off my hair. oops. Thank you so much for offering this giveaway! eyeslikesugar [at] gmail [dot] com
I had been going thru chemo and my hair seemed to be changing color from the sun- I had thick hair so there was still plenty but the top of my head looked red and the rest brown like I colored it- I indeed went to a beauty supply and asked for help and she gave me what I needed and said I promise you it will work...
oh lord it was suppoosed to take the bright red out of my top of head not turn my hair into bozo...
went back and showed her- yep had a hat and she said well it was not perfect results all the time- I ended up going to a beauty school and getting it done but in the longrun learned to deal with the top of head being red..letting it be as I am tall and those who can see it and if it bothers them well they can kiss my butt if they can bend over that far
Well there seems to this whole thing of "porous" hair and apparently I have it! It's something about the older hair, that farther away from your head, getting dry, damaged etc and that causes it to "grab" color.
Once I colored my own hair with what I thought would a sedate but lovely brown color. Frankenstein could have done a better job.
I came out with red color from my scalp to just below the chin. From the chin down, the hair was brown. Dark brown. I had two distinctly different hair colors and I am not of an age to carry such idiocy off. I scraped it all into a pony tail, stuck on a cap and headed for the salon where it was promptly fixed, right after the colorist got done laughing.
When I was in my early 20's my friend talked me into highlighting my hair. This is when you had to put a cap on your head and they had a crochet hook looking thing that you pulled each strand of hair out. First off that thing hurt. Then she puts the highlights in and said that they ahve to stay in for 30 minutes. She took them out after 30 minutes and I had orange highlights. Her hair is blond and mine is black and she didn't think about it when she said how long it had to stay on. I looked like a pumpkin. It was New years Eve and I had a blind date. The whole night went from bad to worse as the date didn't turn out well either.
About a decade ago while on vacation in Florida, I decided to meet my husband at a restaurant instead of riding in the car with him. I thought I would walk down the beach, it looked close enough. Well after an hour of trudging through the sand, it started to get dark and the restaurant was not getting any closer. A person approached me on the beach and wanted to sell me drugs. I said no thanks and he said "I'll remember you." I continued to walk for two more hours. When I finally arrived at the restaurant I was tired and in dire need of water. What a dumb idea, walking the beach to the restaurant. It looked so close - it ended up being a five mile walk in the deep sand. From then on I only layed on the beach and read books!
I just tried three new recipes for Valentines Day. Crazy I know! We had Chicken Kiev with pan roasted broccoli and milk chocolate heart truffles for dessert. Dinner ended up being a little late ( I always misjudge how long it take to prepare new dishes) but everything turned out fantastic!!!
P.S. my husband loves the Mocha M&M's, I'll eat the almond
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I started going gray in my 20's --and my hair grows crazy fast so I've been dying it every 3 weeks for 20 years and never had a huge problem. I get dye all over the counter top--but I just wipe it up. In my new bathroom I have a different type of counter top--I went to wipe up the tiny splatters only to find they were not going .away--I made a huge mess
The first time I colored my hair there was a big spot right in the back that was brown. It looked so funny but I wasn't laughing. I had to go to a professional and have it 'fixed'. Now it just turns red!
I used to dye my hair blond(it is dark brown), then I decided to go natural. Half the peole loved it and half said I looked better as a blonde. Go figure!
I haven't colored my hair in over 30 years. I used Sun In to lighten it up and then tried a couple times to get it back to its natural color. Not a great story, but that's my entire hair dying history. :)
I am lucky. My gray looks like highlights! People have asked me where I get my highlighting done because it looks so natural. It probably won't last when it comes in heavier, but for once I'm enjoying the moment.
I tried a perm once when I had short hair, mistake! too curly
I once left a perm in to long and had springy curly locks . I then used another treatment to get the curls outs and my hair in spots fell off ....I ended up useing a wigs for almost a year.
I was in my early twenties when people thought that I was getting my hair hilited. It was actually turning grey. I would be totally grey at 45 if I didn't dye it. If I didn't have kids, I would just be grey.
My spontaneous move? I love red hair, so I decided to go red and not only that I wanted to do it myself. Fine. Buy the color dye my hair. CARROT RED!! I almost died crying. Call the hairdresser, she fits me in as an emergency, and she had to strip that color to give me another color. NEVER AGAIN...
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I think God is telling us something since none of us can dye our hair right! ROFL
A few years ago, I did my usual 6 week dye... and my hair turned a beautiful shade of... ORANGE!
My husband, in his loving way, goes "you look like an Ompa Lumpa!" GREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAT
I had to dye it black. GOTHE black. Gothe black on a 40 something year old woman. Yeah, that was great. Sigh
I wear glasses, and am unable to wear contacs, and I'm practically blind without them, so when I take them off for a haircut, I can't see what they're doing to me...needless to say, this can lead to disaster. When I decided to try a shorter hairstyle a few years ago, I gave a picture to the stylist as a guide, but she went MUCH shorter. So short, that my hairline in the back had to be SHAVED, so that the layers would cover it. I was almost in tears by the time I got home...luckily, hair grows out...eventually.
I tried being a blonde for 2 weeks years ago, a friend talked me into it ,all I wanted was frosted,like we did back then. I scared myself everytime I walked by a mirror,or reflective surface.I'm not a blonde ,in any sense of the word.Well, maybe I looked liked a blonde sasquatch,I'm 6ft tall. :)
Once upon a time I broke up with a boyfriend who loved my hair, dark red and nearly to my waist. I was so angry with him (duh!) that I stormed off to the beauty shop and had it all cut off. Lots of tears and regrets over that.
My Mom gave me a home perm! My hair looked like a large Afro that would have fit inside a bushel basket! Afros weren't in at that time. I was sooo embarrased! Thanks! senekers@comcast.net
I was blonde for awhile, my parents were furious. I have always had dark brown hair and I come form an Italian family, now you can see why.
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When my bf and I first started dating I decided to dye my hair dark brown. Well -my hair turned out a BRIGHT ORANGE...I have waist length hair and I wanted to shave it off. It took a long time to get it back to a normal color!! ughh :(
I really don't have a hair story. My hair is really long since I haven't had it cut for years.
My hairbrained idea is lisghtly sad and not nearly as reversable as your hair mishap. When I was 17 I was obsessed with David Bowie and listened to all his music and watched every movie and video that was associated with him. One movie in particualr, Christiane F., about heroin addicts, gave me a very hairbrained idea. I decided I wanted to tattoo myself like the girl in the movie. I got a sewing needle and a bottle of india ink (do not do this at home!) and went to town on my left hand. I still have the tattoo that I gave myself all those years ago (I'm 41 now) and I often look at it and think about having it removed but I can't justify the expense. It was a very stupid teenage thing to do!
I decided to get my hair cut and dyed at the Advanced Aveda Institute in London while I was there for a summer. I'm a brunette that had hair past my shoulders- and I left a blonde with the back of my head literally shaved. It took over a year for me to be able to wear a ponytail again. NOT cool!
I decided to rearrange the game room, incidentally, my husband's DOMAIN filled with stereo thingies, game consoles, a television, speakers, wires galore...you name it. It was a much bigger project than I had anticipated and of course, by the time hubby walked in the door from work, I was in the middle of a throng of wires that I knew not where they should go. It took my husband half a day to sort through my mess and get everything up and running again. The room, I must say, did look fabulous in its newly rearranged mode. Good thing too, since I won't be rearranging things in that room again...ever! Thank goodness for understanding and wonderful husbands. :)
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I color my hair every month, have since I was 30 which was, well, a while ago.
BUT only once did I do blonde. I am glad I did just so I can SAY I did. But trust me, blondes don't always have more fun. Not my best moment.
My greatest adventure was going to India with a church group about 15 years ago. It was an unforgettable experience.
delicious! thanks :)
I'd love to try these, especially the mocha ones!
Many years ago, I wanted a perm and my friend insisted she could do it with her mom's home perm kit. I wound up with an Afro long after they were in style.
One of my less-than brillaint ideas was to fix my washing machine myself when it stopped working. I spent the day taking it apart, only to have many many, MANY parts all over the place, with no idea of what was what, what went where, etc. It only cost me several hundred dollars for a new washer when I was done.
Mine is not a hair story but a pressure cooker blowing up and getting every inch of the kitchen including the poor dog (who was okay).
I am still scared to death to use one even though they are supposed to be much safer.
When I was in junior high I let my mother put my hair up in rags. I had bright red hair at the time. When the rags were taken out the next morning it looked like I had an afro! I didn't have time rewash my hair or straighten it anyway before school. Guess which day they took my picture for the yearbook!
My most recent hairbrained idea was to help my husband (who hadn't asked for help) by touching up the paint on the front door to his office. Well it was one of those if you do the front door then the trim in the reception area looked dingy so I painted it. Which then led to the crown molding and the baseboard trim. Which led to me touching up the mantle and fireplace surround. Well after the pain was up the hard wood floors really showed there age and the need for work on them but as I was now 9 hours into my day off I chose to make a run to the local furniture store and ended up spending hundreds of dollars on a new rug for the reception area along with some new knick knacks to dress it up. My attempt to fix a scratch on the front door left me sore, broke, and exhausted on my day off. And my husband the typical man didn't even notice............
I went to a discount hair cutting store about 15 years ago, and the woman gave me a mullet! No joke! One of the other hair dressers saw it and grabbed me to her chair to try to fix it, but it turned out much shorter than I wanted and still not so good looking. But still better than a mullet. But then what isn't better than a mullet?
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I used an old bottle of hair color and it turned my hair green! And it wasn't even St. Patrick's Day.
Oh I think we have all had our fair share of 'hair don't do that again'! I think my worst was bleaching my hair out and giving myself the "Madonna" from the 80s look.
One year, I had got a perm and it turned out so great, my hair was bouncy and did not look like I had had a perm.
Everyone loved it and THEN I thought , why not get a few highlights...............well I said FROSTING to the girl, not highlights...........
Yes from dark bouncy hair to almost all blond, straw like hair.
I have learned my lesson, be happy and leave things alone .
Thanks for a yummy contest :)
I tried to highlight my hair with a home kit with one of thoses stupid plastic combs.. Instead of highlights of blond, I got orange spotlights. My 10 dollar box o beauty turned into a 100 dollare "emergency" colorist appointment.
My hair has always been curly so I thought I would try something different and straighten it myself. Big mistake. I fried my hair and and it because dry and frizzy. My husband hated it because he likes my hair curly. I'll never do that again.
Growing up I had medium brown hair that was blondish at the edges; as I grew up my hair became darker and almost looked black. Well, one day, I decided to have my hair colored - blonde. I went to my beautician and had the color change, wow, I was totally georgeous. My next appointment I went back for a touch up and the blonde wasn't so blonde. The third time I went for a touch up, my hair turned almost bright orange. I wore it like this for two more weeks and decided to cut all the color out, therefore ending up with a super short haircut. The haircut was much better than the color and since I've decided to keep it this short, 1/2 inch from my head.
My bad hair idea: When I was a teenager I decided I was sick of my long hair, so I chopped it off to my chin. Doesn't seem to harmless, unless you have naturally frizzy, uh I mean curly hair. Needless to say I looked like a poodle that had been blown dry! Also my hair had shrunk up to my ears! Talk about disastorous!
Now my hair is past my shuolders, and I will never cut it shorter than my shoulders again!
When I was a pre-teen, I remember having the frizzies really bad. I got the brilliant (or so I thought at the time) idea of cutting the frizzies off. No mind you, it wasn't one or two, it was literally hundreds. I cannot even describe to you had bad my hair looked for the longest time. I was actually so ashamed that I litterally burned all of the pictures of me sporting this horrible do.
When I was a pre-teen, I remember having the frizzies really bad. I got the brilliant (or so I thought at the time) idea of cutting the frizzies off. No mind you, it wasn't one or two, it was literally hundreds. I cannot even describe to you had bad my hair looked for the longest time. I was actually so ashamed that I litterally burned all of the pictures of me sporting this horrible do.
In college trying to save money...roommate thought she was able to cut my hair and thus save me money.... well..... several drinks later I FINALLY forgave her for the mmm errrr well my haircut that looked like V in the back and a bowl in the front... Needless to say I fixed it as I could BEFORE heading to the salon...
My bathroom painting gone bad. We live in a very old house ('nuff said). We are moving in a year and have been doing some work to get ready to put it on the market. The 1/2 bath on the 1st floor had wallpaper. I thought no big deal, I'll take the paper down and paint the room. Well paper is off, that was the easy part. The walls are a mess underneath. They are plaster walls and have all kinds of holes and gouges that I had no idea were there. Wallpaper covers up any defects. Now I have to have someone come in to repair the walls before I can even pick a paint color. It looks like a bad outhouse now. Yuck.
Remember the bad 80's perms?? I decided to get one 2 days before the prom. Not a good idea, and I looked like a poodle. My perfect dress right from the pages of Seventeen magazine couldn't help me! Worst thing, it wasn't even my last perm!!
Thanks for the great giveaway.
I got my hair cut for the first time a week before my 13th birthday party (my Bat Mitzvah). I have naturally frizzy curly hair and when I got it cut they blew it out for me and styled it. Well I thought I could recreate this myself and decided to wash my hair before the party- nope, I was wrong. I had a puffy afro for my party...I did not know about hair gel or think to have it redone by professionals...thanks.
Well, I have long, curly hair. When our guinea pig (Cloudy) was just a baby I was holding him on my shoulder. He decided to take a big bite out of my hair. They like to eat hair when they're young. I haven't the foggiest idea why.
Anyway, he bit off about three inches of hair. I couldn't believe it. My beautiful locks were gone on one side of my head. I had to cut it!
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It's the summer between 6th and
7th grade. I'm just a kid with long, long, blondish/brownish hair. My mom decides to see what I would look like with platinum blonde hair. So she buys a box of "born blonde". On Sunday afternoon she calls me in from playing and begins the process of coloring my hair. I have so much hair she runs out of the "born blonde" and my dad had to run to the drug store to buy more. (Me --I would have much rather been outside playing). This takes forever (or so it seems). When mom starts rinsing out the color I hear her say "ummm it doesn't look like it did anything". I start to cry. I decide I will wait until it dries to see if I can see a difference. I go outside for a walk. A friend walks by, doesn't say anything to me. I turn around, "Hey, aren't you gonna say hi". I could tell by the look on his face, that there was a difference. I go home and look in the mirror. WOW - what a beautiful head of PLATINUM Blonde hair I have and it is down to my butt. Remember I haven't even started 7th grade.....By the time school starts the roots start to show. I get all kinds of comments from the kids at school (the year is 1971). I ask mom to please put my hair color back to normal. She does, then, without thinking I go swimming in a neighbors new built in swimming pool. My hair is now -I can't describe the mess. Mom has to color it again. My hair goes from being straight as a board to kinky, fuzzy, ugly overnight. I haven't stopped coloring my hair since.
Terri
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My idea, I decided to repaint the kitchen myself instead of asking my husband for help. I'd never painted anything before, but how hard could it be, right?
It was an abomination. I paired red and yellow and every time I walk in there, all I can think of are eggs and ketchup. Not to mention, I got paint all over everything including my stove and I can't cut in a straight line to save my soul. Hubby tried to redo my mistakes but you can still tell an anti-pro did the paint job.
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I've always had bangs, and a few years ago I decided to grow them out. I spent MONTHS debating whether or not to do it (since I think I have a big forehead). Once I grew them out, I LOVE it, especially when I go camping or somewhere where I can't take the time to mess with my hair!
I have really dark brown hair and i'm quite pale so the darkness of my hair only brings out my whiteness (ha!) I decided to fork over the money and have honey colored highlights put in my hair. I went to a friends salon and when I left she had given me orange highlights. I didn't have time to have her fix them as I was leaving on a trip the next day. So I have orange hair in my photos from that trip. Since then I've embraced my darkness and haven't dyed my hair. But I'm willing to try again
My hair-brained idea was to paint our front door red - on a very, very windy day. You can probably guess the outcome.
My worst hair disaster was when I over permed my hair and turned it into frizz. There was nothing I could do but let it grow out. I love the triple chocolate M&M's/
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I tend to be a fairly practical person so I haven't had too many episodes of the oops! should have done that.
But I do recall wearing a Dorothy Hamil cut when my boys were very small and when it started to grow out they use to tell everyone that "mommy looks like a tree" chuckling as they said it.
I had a bright idea after I had my 3rd child, I wanted a change, I went to the beauty parlor and told them to do whatever they thought would look best, just not to short, the beautician said your hair would look very pretty if I put some highlights in it and trim it up a bit, I agreed, so she had started cellophaneing the strips that were to be highlighted she was just getting to the last of them and my hair started smoking, she hurriedly rinsed it, but I had lost half of the hair on the first few that she did, and the rest were pure white. no more highlights for me, But I think I'll try getting rid of the gray that is starting to show.
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Years ago, my best friend had just finished hairdresser school, and want to show off his talents.
We had a few beers, and I told him he could do what ever he wanted, to my hair! Well, I went from having long flowing brown hair, to a very short, modern cut. The hair on the top of my head was like 1 inch.
It took some getting used to, but, hey, it was me placing all my faith in best friend, and it was very liberating.
My story is not very exciting. I have been getting ideas to get the most out of promotional items and coupons. I was supposed to spend $50-$100 trip. I lost track of what I was buying. When we checked out it ws $250. I was in so much hot water. THis was all of our extra money for the month. Needless to say we were pinching pennies for the rest of the month. Now my husband makes sure I have a budget before I leave and stick to it (he would not let me return any of the items). Thank you.
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I talked my VERY conservative college roommate into coloring her hair. We both bought the same color (and our hair color was fairly similar to begin with). We basically spend about an hour coloring our hair the same color. Mine turned a little darker, but hers was barely noticeable as a difference. And she completely flipped out! She washed and washed and washed her hair and cried and cried and cried because she hated it so much!
I decided once to make my bangs lighter (my hair is dark) and had a midnight induced idea to use Jolen bleach and streak it myself. Not a good idea. Left it on too long and ended up with a skunkish streak. Total nightmare.
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I moved across country to be with the love of my life. THAT was scary. I was only 18 at the time.
My hair is an entity. I'm not kidding- it's the Exorcist of hair.
Not long ago I tried to treat myself to a makeover, complete with manicure, pedicure, and some trendy blonde hi-lites, which promptly turned puke-green.
It was truly hideous- It took alot for the stylist to get it to a somewhat normal shade of it's original color. I will NEVER ever try to be "in" again!
When I was in high school the cool thing to do was to bleach just the first inch or so of your hair on both sides in front. With my dark hair the white stripes in front made me look like Morticia!
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ty 4 the entry and all the stories are great and i cant think of one at the moment:(
After going through most of high school wearing jeans and tshirts and staying in the background, I wore black pants, a bright red button up shirt and spike heel leather boots. I definitely felt much more confident that day, and I didn't stay in the background after that
I was talking to my hairstylist once and told her that I really wanted to try something different with my hair. She convinced me to go blond which concerned me being Asian but I loved it.
Sadly, I was the only one who loved it. My husband kindly bit his tongue and said he liked it if I liked it but in truth, he hated it and was so happy when I went back to my original color.
Oh let me see.. well I had a hair-brained idea once to wash the dog(large German Shepherd) in my sons little round plastic pool.Our dog was too big and surely too heavy to lift into a Basement Stationary tub so I filled the pool with slightly warm soapy water filled nearly to the brim. I get her into the tub after awhile of coaxing and tugging but it ended up Im the one who got the bath! The tub was collapsing from my weight of leaning on it and she was trying to get out and in the process well I became a wet mess lol, anyways thanks for the contest.
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late one night, I was lying in bed and decided that could not live with my eyebrows any longer. I had moved to a new city and didn't have anyone to wax them. So I decided to do it myself, Did I mention I wear soda bottle thick glasses. So half blind from not having my glasses on and a bit tired out came the wax. One pull later, I was seriously missing half of an eyebrow. I couldn't fix it and wasn't going to wax the other to match I tried to use pencil and prayed it grew in fast.
Between the ages of 16 - 18, i dyed my hair myself a good 6 times. I was trying to get my med/dk brown hair to be have more golden(mostly)/reddish hi-lights... I used lt golden brown hair color. but what happened, I later realized is that my hair was soemwhat multi-colored, after multiple times and there was some reddish, orangish and shades of brown... I also used darker shades of brown...better results but darker than my own natural shade and no natural hi-lights :(. I haven't dyed my hair since then (over 10 years) and have no plans for a long time. And then probably only in the saloon. I acually like my natural hair color. : ) Use semi-perm color or spray color or barrettes/ribbons, etc for a change...no need to dye. Just an FYI.
I used to have my hair highlighted, but now it is brown.
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I've never colored my hair but when my hubby wanted to see me as a blonde I just bought a wig :)
Later on I had let my hair get a little longer than usual and went to get a perm. The top stayed really flat so the stylist repermed it. When it still stayed flat she decided to trim a bit. I guess the extra length really had a lot of weight because when she cut off some my hair went into the tightest curls you can possibly imagine.
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