As I scroll through all the threads and our problems & solutions, I'm reminded of a few of my own hair disasters and was wondering how many of us have experienced the same things and what we did to resolve them.

Ok, I'll start:

years ago, when I was fascinated by hair color, I had gotten a few highlights that turned out to be too "chunky". (Salon: $60 or so). So I bought some hair color at most likely CVS (Convenience Store color: $6.00) which turned my hair waaaay too dark-almost black. I then went to Sally's (eek I have chills just remembering this now) and bought my own concoction of color and developer or whatever to re-lighten my hair (more hair color/crap: $15.00 or so) and proceeded to experiment on my own poor head of hair. No salon experience or special schooling; no no; I have "faith" that I can do this, you see. So I make my purchase and go home. (shoot, I think I even had a coupon)
Now, I have a towel on my head after rinsing it out, my poor boyfriend (now husband) is waiting to see what color I'm going to be now after hearing me cry and complain all day long.
The towel comes off, and oh my god!! my hair is ORANGE!!! You may be thinking, oh she's exaggerating-no. It was not red, not auburn;
no word of a lie it's bozo the clown freaky orange.
This is me:----> :silly: Talk about scared.
Then I believe I cried for a few hours :wail:
So I have to make an emergency appointment at a salon for corrective color (lets see thats about another $50 bucks or so).

Highlights..............................$60

Dark Color.............................$ 6

Bozo the Clown......................$15

Corrective color......................$50

Having a man that stuck with me through all THAT....priceless

I can't even imagine how my hair survived.

Anyone want to share their nightmares??? :twisted:

My most recent "worst hair disaster" was those long, dread-like knots that I got after rolling my hair on tight curls, not picking through it to loosen them much, then going dancing for several hours. It was HORRIBLE!!!

Then there was the horrible attempt at a Dorothy Hamil wedge <shudder>.

My worst hair disaster is really a series of disasters. I had been getting my hair highlighted for about 6 years in my twenties, only once or twice a year and very little, by an extremely good stylist in order for my sun-bleached ends to match my darker roots. He did an excellent job not overlapping the bleach and getting it only as blonde as the ends had become naturally with sun exposure. Well, then the stylist retired and I spent less and less time in the sun, got a little older, and the difference between my roots and ends was getting much greater. So, I went to a new stylist. She did a so-so job, but then I moved across the country.

I couldn't find it in myself to fork over the money or the trust to have someone highlight my hair anymore so I did it myself. Yep, the whole hook, cap and bleach method, right in my very own bathroom, even tried foils a couple of times. I did very little in the beginning, and it was OK, but then I got more brave, and my hair became more orange. So, I went weeping into salon after salon, looking for a decent stylist. I never found one. The last guy who put bleach in my hair was the rudest stylist ever. He was nearly BALD at age 35 or so (nothing against bald ones, of course) and made me feel like I was the one with ugly, ruined hair. I tried to give him the "history" of my hair so he would know best what to do. His response? "I don't want to hear about the past, I will tell you what is going to fix this mop of hair!" RUDE! Why did I not run out of the salon? I have NO idea. Worst mistake ever...I left the salon with a $200 bill (no joke, and this doesn't include tip) and streaked hair of dark brown and white blonde (neither of which are natural to my head). My husband, who always loves my hair, had a look of horror when he saw the results. That began my quest for more natural, healthy, long hair.

Hairbrain that sounds like a nightmare!
I have to be very careful when I lighten my "greys" as I have a slight strawberry tint to my natural color and I too become bozo if I mess up!
I had waist length 1AFi for 10 years when my best friend talked me into a "Spiral". "You do mine and I will do yours"
Sounds great I could use the body I thought....
Her's came out gorgeous, waist long gentle curls. She was sooo happy.
Me on the other hand, OMG, FRIED to a crisp!
My hair broke off by the handfuls.
So, I cut it all off, broke my heart, broke my sig other's heart too!
It has been 6 years since that dredful day and I now have 27" from forhead to ends. (My hair grows SLOW)
Yes, she is still my best friend..... :smile:

I had dyed my hair red for several years, and wanted it back to my natural color. The dye was making my hair break off, but I thought it was all just falling out. This, of course, scared the pee pee out of me.

So, my stepmother got me to go to the stylist at the nursing home where she worked. The stylist had done color correction before, but back when she was still learning the trade. Since she had been at the nursing home, she had only done the cuts and perms all the old ladies get.

Long story short, my hair had to be stripped 3 times in 3 months. The last time it was done, it was literally a wet ball of mush. Handfulls of my hair filled the sink, and when I touched it, the hair didn't even feel like separate strands anymore. It felt like a big, gooey ball of wet spider webs. Somehow, I kept myself from crying, though I really, really wanted to. The stylist told me to use placenta, Biolage conditioner, and some other conditioners that are marketed for African Americans. Eventually I grew it all out and chopped it off. I am never doing that again.

trying to dye too lightened hair not once but twice in my life time darker - turned olive green both times - never did that again

I've had many, many hair disasters. Men's haircuts, pink hair, baby-poop green hair. Ugh...

Ouches.
Well. I suppose my worst hair disaster was when we were living in Mexico City. One of our former maids was attending beauty school (THE thing to do in the 80's, as I recall) and decided to put my hair in little tiny braids to make it kinky. Well, once all the braids were done (several hours later) the two of us had the brilliant idea to put in perming solution. (I was just out of third grade - she was late teens/early 20's)
Well.... my hair came out like sheeps wool. I loved it (I didn't know any better back then - I just knew that no one commented when I didn't brush it) My mom, on the other hand, hated it.
We were in the middle of moving, and that summer was the summer of the great family vacation. *sigh* Once we got to my grandmas house, my mom started soaking my hair in V05 hot oil treatments. When that failed to do what she wanted, she hauled me off to the local salon, and had all the damage cut off.
Which means, that for all the pictures of our big summer vacation, I am the round-faced chubby kid in the brightly colored clothes (I still liked yellow back then, and my favorite shorts had palm trees on them.....)with the awful, Tina Turner-esque hairdoo, since the undamaged hair was only about 2-3 inches long, and was of even length all over my head.
:silly:
And every time they haul out the "Big Vacation" pictures..... *shudder*

great thread, i have lots of experience here... LOL

in high school, even though i continually highlighted my bsl hair, blew it dry and used the curling iron on it every day, it was in amazingly good condition... i got a wild hair to highlight it myself one day, thinking i would do "chunking" on my own, and it turned into a pretty much white/with brown roots mess. even after several conditions, and some loving care ash brown - it miracuously turned out beautiful. THEN, I pushed the limit - i convinced someone to straighten it for me... THEN, i tried to go platinum a week later... oh my. i was getting splits when i tried to cut a split. ugh. i ended up cutting it to chin-length. ouch.

LOL then even into my early twenties, i colored and highlighted continously... LOL what a mess... only in the last 3-4 years have i been taking special care of my hair. seems as i get older, it gets more sensitive, and less likely to recover... :(

When I was about 8 I got my waist length hair cought around a button on the backrest of the sofa. Instead of getting adult help I had my best friend get a pair of scissors and cut my hair that was wrapped around the button.

Now I understand why my mom was so horrified.

My biggest mistake was a couple of years ago. I got impatient and decided that I needed long hair right then. So I got extensions. I got the type where you braid it and then they are kind of sewn in. They looked awful. She didnt put enough extensions in to look real with my very thick hair. I had a mushroom head. She decided she needed to blend it in and then proceeded to hack around cutting off extensions and my hair at the same time. :shocked:

As if this all wasnt bad enough, they hurt. I couldnt sleep at night because of the lumps in my head where the braids were. I also couldnt wash my scalp properly. Additionally my hair took foever to dry and this completely irritated my scalp.

About a week after getting them I got some kind of virus and was stuck in the bed for a week and just generally felt crappy for weeks afterward. So it never got styled or cared for and thus looked like I was growing out a mullet.

They lasted a month. (They couldve stayed in longer.. she had those suckers in tight.) I couldnt take it anymore and had my husband carefully snip the threads to remove the hair. The hair was cut so crooked I really debated going back and showing these people what a horrible job their stylist had done. (I should've. :evil: ) And of course my real hair was cut just as badly if not worse.

I was stuck like this for several months, because I refused to have anyone besides my Mom ever touch it again. When I finally made a trip home she evened it all out and gave me a very not me cutesy style, that I have been growing out since.

Here's me with the extensions:
http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v250/butters211/31182079.jpg

oh! I just remembered another one:

get ready to wince...

This one was a disaster (nightmare) for my sister, because she had the whole thing (mid-back and very thick curly hair) in a ponytail and... I ..uh....I cut the whole thing off!! :scared:
I still don't remember why (echos of my mom: "why? why? why?) I just remember the slow-motion of the elastic as it
fell so tenderly to the floor. The hair was in my hand.
So I hid it in the toybox and ran.

Gimme a break I was only like 7. (she was 6)

This was my mom:
http://pages.prodigy.net/rogerlori1/emoticons/EEK2.GIF


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Anyone want to share their nightmares??? :twisted:

Just the incompetent chop job I got last time, and I'll never ever get that done again. The woman had no idea how to handle hair like mine. She actually wanted to wash it to make it "easier to handle." Sure -- if you don't mind handling hair that weighs forty pounds. She was completely, utterly at a loss to cope, and ended up chopping about eight inches off of it.

Lesson learned: never go to a woman with a short, bleached, poodle-cut to get waist-length, dark brown hair trimmed.

The best trim I ever got was by a man with longish, dark, wavy hair. And from now on, it's Feye's method for me.

Throughout most of my childhood my mom made me get my hair cut in this very short, layered thing. My aunt did it and she was a horrible hair dresser, but it was a free hair cut and I shouldn't complain (according to mom). I still cringe looking at pics of myself then, I hated my hair so bad I always wanted to hide.

Most of the 80's was disasterous for my hair even though I thought I looked hot!! :wink: It was the typical big hair with high bangs. Permed and bleached to the max. I remember feeling my scalp after a perm and feeling all those little, stiff broken off hairs. My poor hair!

About 5 years ago I played around with Clairol and my hair was rather orange, then to counter act that I tried some kind of (can't remember what it's called) drabber(??) solution to counteract the orange and my hair took on a greenish cast. Nice. So I grew all that out, keeping my hair at about chin length, until all the damage and color was out, and have been growing it out ever since. :grin:

Well, besides cutting my waist-length hair into a 1" spikey job, I haven't really had any real nightmares. Of course, I was involved in one that happened to a then-friend of mine... I was about ten, and decided it'd be fun to pick all the burrs on the bushes around my grandparents' house and make them into a big ball. And I did. It was nearly the size of a basketball. So my sister and I started throwing it around. And where did it eventually come to rest...? In the thick BSL hair of my pal. Ouch. She had to get it cut about ear-length.

My worst was in college when I had dyed my light brown hair jet black. When my roots grew, I looked like a skunk! I got sick of redying every month, so I went to Sally's to get a color lifter. Disaster! It was a powder that I had to mix with something else, and it was kind of thick. It was impossible to get every bit of hair covered equally. So my hair ended up red and orange and yellow and black and brown. None of the colors looked like natural hair colors; it looked more like I had used rug dye on my hair!
I ran to the nearest salon and they bleached the color out, but the top, which had new growth, turned almost white, and the bottom turned a strawberry blonde. So they had to redye the whole thing, to get it looking more even. I ended up with honey blonde, but the top was still noticably lighter than the bottom. I went around with two-toned hair for months! And my poor hair! It was like, quadruple processed!

One of my dearest friends invited me to go with her to her company's annual Christmas party in place of her husband. They both worked for a big Japanese car manufacturer and he had to go on a business trip to Japan during the holidays. Apparently the Christmas parties this company threw were always black tie affairs so I had planned to wear this beautiful black velvet and lace dress I had made and had decided to do my hair special for the evening.

What I did early the day before (because my hair is very thick and I knew it was going to take a long time to dry) was section off my hair and braid it into smallish braids and then wrap each braid around perm rods. The large orange rods. I thought this would be okay because they were the big rods. What I didn't think about was that my hair was long at the time. It was between waist and tailbone.

About an hour before the party I took my hair out... and was shocked. :shocked: Between the braiding and the curling... my hair was a mess. I ended up with nothing but a bunch of kinky hair that I had to pick out to make it look presentable. Talk about BIG HAIR! I ended up with what looked like a 'fro. And a HUGE one at that. I should've just stuck with my straight, long hair. And it took TONS of conditioner to get back to normal. In some spots it was terribly knotted. My poor hair... I'll never do that again.

Hmm...um, my mom vaccuumed up my hair once by accident, does that count? :wink:

Hmm...um, my mom vaccuumed up my hair once by accident, does that count? :wink:


...it does if it's still attached to your head ! LOL
((((WW))))

Yep, it sure was! :grin: That was an...interesting and painful experience. :bigeyes:

oh! I just remembered another one:

get ready to wince...

This one was a disaster (nightmare) for my sister, because she had the whole thing (mid-back and very thick curly hair) in a ponytail and... I ..uh....I cut the whole thing off!! :scared:
I still don't remember why (echos of my mom: "why? why? why?) I just remember the slow-motion of the elastic as it
fell so tenderly to the floor. The hair was in my hand.
So I hid it in the toybox and ran.

Gimme a break I was only like 7. (she was 6)

This was my mom:
http://pages.prodigy.net/rogerlori1/emoticons/EEK2.GIF


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I cut my brothers hair with pinking shears once

Probably the horrible mullet my mom made me have in elementary school! My hair was transitioning from wavy to curly and it was going through the pre-adolescent greasies and it was just awful. It never gets better looking at those pictures. She still thinks that was cute!

I've never really had a hair coloring disaster. Once I paid a hairdresser to take my dyed-black hair to plum and it only colored my roots but I liked the effect.

Hmm...um, my mom vaccuumed up my hair once by accident, does that count? :wink:

I got my hair caught in a mixer once... OW. i broke the motor on the thing, too! LOL :razz:

Ok, I just remembered another one. I used a friend's hairbrush, and it was one of those round styling ones with plastic bristles. Being a hair moron, I didn't know what to do with it. So..I figured you just used it like a roller that you leave in your hair. I wound a big plug of hair onto it, and couldn't get it unrolled. So I ended up having to cut off about 5 inches of hair. :rolleyes:

oh boy!
when i was about 3/4 my mom put pigtails in my hair right before we went to bed. needless to say i couldn't sleep with them. i tried to get them out but couldn't. so i did what any child would do, i cut them out,under the ponytail! i remember my mom waking up and crying as i was laying all my curls neatly in a row on the bed.
she brought me to get my hair fixed and i ened up with a really short boy hair cut.
if my scanner was working i would show a picture.

i've also had the Hamil haircut and i used to dye my hair all the time in high school. of course it was only chin length at the time.

at least i know better now.

Oh heck, I'll jump in here...
Let's see... first hair disaster was not my own doing. I was 4 at the time, with shirley temple curls, but longer.. My dad dropped me off at this babysitters (Gawd how I hated that lady. She was scary! and MEAN!)...she decided I needed a hair cut... Sooooo she proceeded to cut my hair to ear length! :face: I remember crying vivdly. And I also remember watching my curls go into the toilet! :blueeek:
Then I remember my dad coming to pick me up. Oh boy was he MAD!!!!! :twisted: :hatchet: Needless to say I never went back to HER house again.

After that, I got the brilliant idea when I was 12 to get bangs. Yeah. My dad said "No hair cutting, only bang cutting" Fine. Remember Shannon Doherty from 90210 tv show? Yeah. Her bangs. My curly hair. BAH! The stylist actually DID it too.. nevermind that it looked horrid and didn't look like the actress' at all...:silly: So then I had to grow that out.

Then I still wasn't done! Nope Nope. I decided my brown hair was B-O-R-I-N-G, and dyed it semi-permanent black. Yes.. Black. I liked it. (I still do like it actually).. but then, I made it PERMANENT. Doh. Once I got bored of touching it up, I tried to go brown. Um. Der. You can't put that over black. So my roots were orangy. So I had to get semi-perm black and REDYE it, and then let it grow out.. which finally, it has.

In the process of that, I chopped my hair to chin length, because I thought it was cute (Think Julia Roberts in her Something Mexico or whatever movie a few years ago). It was cute.. for all of a month or two.. then I realized there wasn't much I could do if I was having a bad hair day.:silly:

So combine those last two, and I began growing it out right after I got married, from chin length on.

No matter how much I like my hair black, I will not put myself through that again. No sireeeee!
:no

Man, that evil babysitter reminds me of a scene in "Jane Eyre"--where the puritanical director of the school sees a girl with natural curls, flies into a rage over "vanity" and makes the teachers cut every girl's hair short. Brrr. That one gave me nightmares for years!

I can't contribute any truly disastrous tales, because I have never set foot in a beauty parlor or tried any home chemicals, but I do recall the time I tried to use my mom's brush rollers on my waist-length hair. Twenty-four hours and they still weren't dry. So I spent another hour or two just getting the nasty things untangled.

In a way, these stories are awfully comforting! When I think about the many years I heard constant advice to whack it all off or get a perm or highlights or whatever--anything but long, natural hair--knowing that those people probably went through a lot of hassle and disasters with THEIR hair makes me feel completely justified in having stuck to my guns. :)

Vicky

I once got my hair caught in my epilator :rolleyes: Had to cut of a chunk of my hair to get it off.

My worst disaster was my stupid idea of bleaching my hair with lemon juice. Not even the harshest bleach I’ve used before had screwed up my hair this bad
My hair tangled and tangled and tangled and tangled and tangled and looked and felt like hay
I globbed litres of conditioners on it, but the lemon juice seemed to have stripped my hair of its natural ability to absorb any moisture!
I tried growing it out, but the damaged parts tangled so bad that I would actually damage my healthy hair when I tried to detangle
My solution…. Well, you all see how my growing out again started from 0! :rolleyes:

It would take me all day to list all of the disasters I've been through :silly:

Three stand out in my mind the most (perhaps because they were the most recent?)...

I asked my mother to help me color my hair (mistake #1) with a NEW brand that I had heard a lot about (mistake #2). I explained to her that she had to COMB the color through in order to get the color on ALL of my hair and that the two boxes should be MORE then enough. SHe did as instructed...or at least it felt as though she did. THen she says "I've run out of color and I'm not done" :eek: :eek: I yelled at her to "comb it through, comb it through"...when all was said and done I had PURPLE (see mistake #2) hair with blondish(?!?!) spots all through it (see mistake #1). I went to work the next day and never heard the end of it (I was the only female in my workplace). I wore a ponytail constantly for the next 3 mos until i felt it was safe to recolor it again :sad:

Disaster no. 2- I asked my mother (will I never learn :rolleyes:) to give me a half inch blunt cut trim across the back of my hair. TOld her not to worry about the front, I'd do it myself as i cut it differently. I even fastened the front pieces(which were shorter) out of her way. A few minutes later I hear the dreaded words "oh no". I told her to stop and went to look in the mirror...one side of my hair was up to my chin (it had started out just below my shoulder blades :sad: ). She said my hair kept curling up on her as she was cutting??? Even if that were so how do you cut an 8" hunk out?? Needless to say I took the scissors away from her and finished cutting it myself and evened it out the best that i could. I had my DH finish the job in back...he was horrified when he came home and saw what happened...I thought he was going to cry :sad:

Disaster #3- Another hair color fiasco...this one i did myself :rolleyes: I decided to try L'oreal instead of my usual Clairol. Put it on as usual etc. I rinsed it and came out and DH started alughing his butt off...I'm like "what's wrong??" He asked if I had looked in the mirror and i told him not yet. I ran to the bathroom...my hair was pink, magenta, orange and some other off purple (it was suppose to be med. auburn)!! I started crying...we had a company party to go to the next day (dumb me, i know, but HE told me to do it :sad:) I went straight to the salon and had them strip it. I am not one to go and have multiple processing done...i usually live with my mistakes for a few months but this was the one time I just couldn't do it. One doesn't meet one's spouse's boss looking like Bozo the clown on hallucinigens.

Now, when I color my hair I stick to one brand and one only. I DO NOT let my mother even TOUCH my hair...I think it curls up in FEAR everytime she gets near me :silly:

I once got my hair caught in my epilator :rolleyes: Had to cut of a chunk of my hair to get it off.

This happened to me, too! I was leaning over to see the hair on my leg, and the epilady grabbed the hair on my head and started twisting it up! I managed to get it untangled, and didn't have to cut any, though.

I got lice multiple times while babysitting my sisters kids while i was in highschool. My hair was already past my bra strap, and after treating it multiple times, it began breaking at the scalp. Rather than sit there are treat it again and have it break more (combing through it took about 5 hours each time) I decided to cut it all off. We're talking straight buzz at less than 1 inch long. i kept it that way for several years, then decided to let it grow again, which explains why I started growing at 1 inch. LOL
My biggest fear, obviously, is lice.

Since joining LHC: my attempts to wash using Terressentials. I know many others have been successful with clays, but I obviously was missing something fundamental. There is so much breakage I could cry, but I put my hair up and hide it instead. :silly:

As an adult: paid the most money for the worst perm. I've have 3 or 4 perms and all of them were fine until this last one. I think I paid $125 (twice as much as the previous times), and not only didn't I have curls but I had a ton of breakage - neither of which had never happended before. :wail:

As a youth: when I was in my teens - high school? - I regularly curled my bangs under with a round brush & dryer once they grew longer than I wanted. (I refused to have bangs shorter than I wanted, so they were only the right length for about a week after a cut.) Anyway, apparently my bangs had grown longer than usual, because when I wrapped them around the brush my hair got completely stuck. I was in a hurry and so, after a couple of minutes with no success, I just cut the brush out... about 1/4" from my scalp. I'm sure you can imagine. :rolleyes:

Cheers

Steph’s hair journal is showing up as similar threads to our “What's your WORST hair disaster?” thread!
:rollin: :misskim: :lol:

I have had so many I was sure I would fill a page with one reply. I will make it short.

*Around 6...head lice in bum-length hair. Got it out though.

*At 11...my grandmother cut bum-length hair up to my shoulders. YIKES! Ugly.

*12...bad fe-mullet cut as it grew out when I was around 12 or so. Yikes again!

*13-14...Bad 80s perm.

*14...Discovered peroxide highlighting over a perm.

*14...Discovered drug-store box bleaches and went BLONDE over the perm and peroxide. When recoloring roots, I applied all over each month and caused incredible damage and breakage.

*Early 20-something...went from blonde to dark brown using box color myself. Hair was green.

*20-something to 27 or so...dyed my hair red, purple/red and then back to brown, blonde again and then back to brown. :bigeyes: A couple times I did not like the exact color, so I would re-dye the next day.

*about 27...Funniest perm ever done on big U-shaped snapping bar rods. My hair was FRIED. It was the weirdest thing. :silly: It was kinkie and straight in some places and puffy in others. DD laughed when she saw it. Combed another perm through it that very night to take it out.

*29...Cut hair that was about 27 inches and wonderful off to shoulders, then went to have it fixed, which turned into another fe-mullet cut like I had when I was 12. I had to cut the ends off to get rid of the mullet, which left me at chin length. I did NOT look good. :shocked: Started growing it back out.

*30...Last perm ever. Not too bad for the first 2 weeks, then it started breaking and went bezerk. Was using blowfryer, shampoo and cones daily and a cone-spray. :dizzy:

This leads me to now. Yes, I still have hair...AMAZING! LOL. :lol:

Hopefully this is all behind me and it is nothing but lovely, natural locks from here on out. :cloud9:

Uh....LOL...add salt-water misting to that list. :dizzy:


:scared:

In high school I was trying to get my hair as long as possible. It finally reached far past my shoulders my sophomore year and I was just so happy- Towards the end of the school year this awful guy that sat behind me in history threw gum in it just because. Right near the top. He thought it was hilarious. I went to the school nurse and she tried everything to get it out, but only succeeded in spreading it. No one could remove it and my mom was forced to cut it out. my hair was above my ears, even shorter than when I started growing it two whole years before.

Oh Faolin Raudh thats awful. I cant imagine what I would do if that happened to me.

In high school I was trying to get my hair as long as possible. It finally reached far past my shoulders my sophomore year and I was just so happy- Towards the end of the school year this awful guy that sat behind me in history threw gum in it just because. Right near the top. He thought it was hilarious. I went to the school nurse and she tried everything to get it out, but only succeeded in spreading it. No one could remove it and my mom was forced to cut it out. my hair was above my ears, even shorter than when I started growing it two whole years before.
What a complete meanie head! Some kids in high school can be so very cruel to each other.

Mine would be hilighting. I started doing it in 9th grade and stopped last summer, and dyed my hair a few times during that time also. My hair still looks pretty good considering all that, but I just wonder how good it would look if I would have just kept it natural.

I can think of four:

1) Those horrid, forced pixie cuts when I was a young girl.

2) riding a Sea Doo with a fried with my hair in just a half-up ponytail, rather than a tight braid!

3) trying to go blonde 17 years ago, with the result of broken 1-2" hair bits constantly falling onto my drafting board.

4) vacuuming my own hair that was in a braid, when cleaning underneath a bed (it wrapped around the beater brush).

Jennifer Eve

*Right before I started my freshman year of high school I had my mother give me a perm. My mom ended up using those really small rods on the underpart of my hair 'to give me extra bounce' --- nothing could get through those curls and to top it off my hair was already short so I got the nickname "little orphan Annie".

*Just a few days ago I tried coloring my hair and ended up with multi-colored layers. Not fun at all. I've since seeked professional help after checking in with you guys first. =)