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You did WHAT with your hair?
One or two hair stories crept into Your Mother Made You Wear WHAT, so let's have a laugh with some bad hair tales.
Mine is a toss up between my Twink home perms of the 80's cos I wanted 'big' hair, and our annual holiday in 1967 when my mum gave me a shampoo and set. I had the hairstyle of a 75 year old on a 10 year old head (and to keep it 'nice' she made me wear a headscarf tied under my chin. Argh!)
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.In the 1970's(not long after I was born) my Father decided that his Black hair was getting grey hairs.So he thought (without advice,and because there was no mens hair dye then) to try a dark brown to look natural.All well and good you may say,unfortunately he left it on too long (he was absorbed in Football on TV!) and when he neutralised and rinsed it,it was bright ORANGE! Not only that it had become incredibly bouffant.The next morning he was due to chair the weekly staff meeting,well did he get some stick!
Some colleagues still tease him about it !!!
I can remember the mangle but luckily Mum never put my hair through it !!
Back when we were still dating, my husband was about to go to the salon to get a perm, when brilliant me said I could save him the money by giving him a home perm. I don't know what inspired me to say that - I'd never done one before. Anyway, we went to the drugstore, bought a kit, and went back to his apartment. It looks so easy when a professional stylist wraps your hair in rods...but somehow it took me like three hours, and I'd used up all the rods provided with the kit, and only about 2/3 of his hair was wrapped. It was now late at night, and we needed more rods, so I suggested that Meijer's (a 24-hour department store) probably sold perming rods. He not-too-happily pulled on a hooded sweatshirt, with the hood over his head, despite the fact that it was July and about 90 degrees outside. I innocently asked "do you want me to go with you?" He looked at me increduously and responded "Well, I sure as **** am NOT walking into a store with my hair like this!!!"
In the end the perm turned out not-too-bad after all, but he never asked me to do his hair again.
Way back in 1959 when I was only 12 years old, my friend Mavis's Mum & Dad took her & me on holiday to Hayle in Cornwall for two weeks. Mum sent me to the hairdressers for a trim & I was so excited I couldn't sleep for nights beforehand!
However, when we arrived, Mavis's Mum suggested that in order to keep my lovely long hair tangle free, that I wear - wait for it - a pink hair net. I said I'd be fine, but she insisted on me wearing this every single day for the whole two weeks & I hated it.
I came home from the holiday as tanned & as healthy looking as one could be, but I didn't tell my Mum, Dad or siblings about the hair net saga. I didn't need to, as Mr Shepherd came round with some lovely photo's of us! When Mum looked at them, she gave me a knowing smile & whispered "never mind, we know what you look like without it", bless her.
(Honestly, if you could see the photo's of me with this thing on my head, fringe tucked inside too, skinny & wearing a swim suit that hung down to my knees when I emerged from the sea - you'd crack up)!
You've given me a few giggles you guys!
When i was about 9 or 10 my mum went in the bath and said she would trim my fringe when she got out, me being the impatient 'get' that i am thought i'd have a go myself and rather like toecrusher i ended up with a very wonky half inch fringe which mum then had to cut even shorter to level the ruddy thing off! we used to go around my gran's every friday and i dreaded going round there and seeing the family for about a month or so.
I used to hate my hair when i was a kid my mum never used to let me grow as she thought i wouldn't look after it, so a short bob with a menacingly thick fringe was what i got stuck with for 13 years of my life.
When i was 13 my dad took us to disneyland florida so i thought for some reason it was going to be soooo hot i would have my hair all chopped off, well i looked like a boy! I hated it and even more so when it was growing out i looked like i had the worst mullet known to god!
Never again will i have short hair unless i start to look rubbish with long hair!