I'm just curious, what's the funniest thing that's ever happened to your hair or involving your hair? Maybe something that didn't seem so humorous at the time, but now seems funny?

I guess mine would have to be dripping wet hair all over my roommate from the top bunk in a bunkbed. Not that amusing, but it makes me wonder if others have amusing stories?

This oughta bring up some good stories! I'm trying to push my memory back, but can't think of anything just yet. No bad self-done hair cuts, no bad dye jobs... nothing. My hair has had a most boring life.

Rachel

Well, when we were in Dallas for the Great GM Expedition, I tried one of snippet's Bungee hair toys.

It looked innocent enough. I figure the WORST that would happen was when I attached the bungee into the plastic piece, I'd have hairs get trapped in there, and they would pull. But I figured it would be easy enough to "fix".

But ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooo, or rather should I say AAAAAOIUCH!!!

My hair got sucked into the plastic piece where the bungee goes THROUGH the plastic piece!!! You know, where it is attached!! And it wasn't just a hair or two, it was like 10 of them!!! IT HURT!!!

It also helped Snippet TRUELY relize how different people's hair is and it made ME realize that my hair is insanely babyfine!!!!

It was kind of funny, but it hurt at the time! :)

Other than that, I've just found my hair in the strangest of places . . . (hmmmm new poll??)

I've got a lot of funny stories, here is the earliest one I can remember.

I was born in Homestead, Florida, which is south of Miami. Warm, tropical, wonderful! The AirForce moved my family to Grand Forks, North Dakota in the middle of the winter, and we almost perished it was so cold.

I was 4 or 5 years old, and my hair was curly even then. But moving to a cold, dry place like North Dakota sucks the curl out of any hair and my mother decided to do something about it. She called me into the kitchen and she had one of those Toni Perm kits all set up. I remember I argued with her, I wanted to watch Leslie Caron in "The Glass Slipper," a Cinderella movie coming on TV that night, so she moved all her stuff to the dining room and set up there. She put me in my brother's high chair and started to put in this perm. It stank, so I asked her what it was and she said it was a permanent.

Well, I knew that the word Permanent meant Forever, so I got hysterical and cried and cried. I didn't like curly hair even then, and I deeply resented the fact that my mother was going to Permanently alter my hair and that it would always be curly, forever and ever, the rest of my life. Wah!

Poor mom. It took some doing to calm me down, and she explained to me that it didn't mean forever, but I think that a small, irrational part of me still believes that my mother and that Toni Perm gave me permanently curly hair.

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Cute story Dulci :) Adorable picture, too!

Sadly, my hair has had many misadventures. The funniest I can think of at the moment is the last time I got a spiral perm done a couple of years ago. My hair is pretty thick and it was waistlength at the time, so it took every dang perm rod in the salon... even those tiny poodle perm sized ones, as she had to "piggy back" the rods due to the length.

As you can imagine, it took about 4 hours to put all those rods in. By the time she was done both of us needed a break, so we went outside to have a cigarette break. I should probably mention at this time that the salon is in a very busy strip mall. Everyone who walked or drove by stared at the gigantic plastic wrapped mass my head had become :shock: I am not exaggerating when I say I had about 2 feet of rods on top of my head and about a foot on each side. My appearance so traumatized a toddler-aged girl on the way to the grocery store with her mother that she broke out into screaming sobs :( Trying to console her, her mother brought her over to show her that it was ok and I was a nice lady, not some strange monster, but she kept screaming, "Noooo, she's an alien mommy!" :oops: We couldn't convince her otherwise. My mongo head probably traumatized that poor child for life :(

Granted, the perm was lovely, but I realized then that I would have to cut off some of my length if I was to ever get one again, so that was the last time I set foot into a salon. You can see the last bits of this perm on the last inch or so of my hair in my sig picture. All the weight of those perm rods combined with my wet hair actually flared up a neck pain problem that I have, and started off a traction alopecia problem I'm still fighting, so I'm still "paying" for that perm :x I just wish I could have a picture of me with all those rods in! :D

"Noooo, she's an alien mommy!" :oops:

Oh man, that's funny! The poor child actually thought you were an alien? :face:

This isn't as good as any of the stories I've read so far, but it was certainly memorable to me. ;)

Once, a long time ago, a friend (who had dyed my hair red a week before) gave me a perm. She overdid it, of course, and when the rods came out, I looked like an exploded parrot. :shock:

The best we could reduce the damage to was a sort of collapsing Bozo souffle head thing, so I ended up shaving my head like Annie Lennox.

*still traumatized*

Well, I've had long hair for a really long time, and never did anything at all daring to it, like dyeing it or perming it. However, I did have a rather atrocious trim inflicted on it by my mother when I was in junior high. Right before Easter I asked her to trim my bangs, which she usually did a decent job on, but this time when she cut my bangs, she accidently went too far to the right and lobbed off one of my side-burns as well! It was right before Easter, to boot! I had to wait about six months before I could wear my hair barretted back. That was probably about about the worst haircut I've ever had.
Other funny but less traumatic hair bloopers involve one of my favorite Halloween costumes, Pippi Longstocking. In high school I went to this Halloween party where not only did we dress in costume, but the older kids had to act as waitpersons as well. At that party I not only shut my hair in the freezer door, but also walked too quickly by someone carrying a serving tray and sent a deviled egg flying off onto the floor!
:DD
Kim B.

Oh man, that's funny! The poor child actually thought you were an alien? :face:

Yep <hangs head in shame>, LOL! I do admit that I looked pretty "otherwordly" with that huge head wrapped in plastic. Too bad I didn't have a green facial mask on too, eh? http://smilies.jeeptalk.org/contrib/sally/alien.gif

When I was in 6th grade I asked my dad to trim my bangs before school one morning. I was in a hurry and my hair was wet. He grabbed my bangs, pulled, and cut them off just above my eyebrows...

When it dried it was 1" long maybe. I never let him touch my hair again.

When I was 4 I trimmed my bangs with my mothers pinking shears. I had very heavy bangs at the time so I ended up with saw tooth bangs for a month.

As a teenager I could be seen at least twice a summer running around screaming because a Spruce Beetle (a large black beetle that clicks, flys and has really long antenna) got stuck in my hair and I couldn't find it.

At 18, 4 months after a pretty bad breakup, I died my 4" long permed hair a rather interesting shade of dark purple/burgundy. I happened to drive through McDonalds drive through a week later, while sucking on a bright blue lollypop. Guess who was at the pay window? Not only did he inform me my hair was purple, he also pointed out my tongue was blue. He also couldn't stop laughing. I drove off without ever paying for my food :oops:

I guess that covers it for now :oops: Can I crawl in a cave?

At 18, 4 months after a pretty bad breakup, I died my 4" long permed hair a rather interesting shade of dark purple/burgundy. I happened to drive through McDonalds drive through a week later, while sucking on a bright blue lollypop. Guess who was at the pay window? Not only did he inform me my hair was purple, he also pointed out my tongue was blue. He also couldn't stop laughing. I drove off without ever paying for my food :oops:

I guess that covers it for now :oops: Can I crawl in a cave?

ROFLMAO!!!! :D :D :D :D

This is right up there with the "Help, mommy, it's an alien!" story!

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While I did not at the time, nor even now think it is funny,
something dangerous happened to me due to my long
hair, but I will share it with you all in hopes that none of
you do the same.

A few years back, my hair was pulled into a pony tail
(odd, because I rarely wear ponys...)
while running the Weedeater.

Just buzzing along, suddenly I felt a severe blow to the
head, instantly thinking I had been trimming along and ran
smack into a tree limb, not paying attention or something.

Only after it was over did I realize that the ends of my pony
were sucked into the motor of the weedeater.
My hair wrapped around the spinning motor, causing the
motor to 'reel me in' so to speak, by winding my hair.

Well, given that much force of a motor against something like
hair, it wound so fast and so hard, that the momentum zipped
it right up to my head, causing the weedeater to literally be
yanked out of my hands and smacking me in the head,
knocking me out cold. I woke up on the ground with the
weedeater stuck to my head, still running.

My husband, thankfully nearby, came running to my rescue after
my son yelled. The neighbor lady kept insisting that the scissors
were my only way out, buy hubby disassembled the housing on
the motor to free my hair.

I did lose clumps of hair and had sore spots and such, but
I could have been hurt pretty bad.

Ladies, even a pony tail is not a safe hairdo for yardwork.
A hat, a bun, something, just NO hair hanging down around
moving equipment!

To this day I am ten times as cautious about my hair being down
around mechanics. And since I also ran my left hand through a
bench sheeter (pizza crust squisher) when I was younger,
having my fingers around crushing or grinding equipment
makes me very leery.

Be safe, not sorry.

8)

All I can say is :shock: and it's a miracle that you weren't seriously injured.

PS - What a good hubby, not to go for the scissors!

Well, when we were in Dallas for the Great GM Expedition, I tried one of snippet's Bungee hair toys.
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My hair got sucked into the plastic piece where the bungee goes THROUGH the plastic piece!!! You know, where it is attached!! And it wasn't just a hair or two, it was like 10 of them!!! IT HURT!!!

It also helped Snippet TRUELY relize how different people's hair is and it made ME realize that my hair is insanely babyfine!!!!


Oh this was an experience for sure. I felt horrible and almost panicky... here I was sharing my toys and one ate Tbear's hair. You know how you feel when you accidentally break or damage something at a friends house? That's how I felt.

As for my memorable hair tales.... let's see.....

1. The epilady adventure and how tequila made it bearable. Oh, wrong hair.... that was on my legs.

2. I was a little thing (under 10 I'd guess) and my aunt cut my bangs and realized I had lice. She screeched and snipped off my bangs at an angle... one side was okay, but the cut was about an inch on the other side. sigh.

3. I used to babysit my cousin's little girl... I was 18 and she was 6. She had thin fragile red hair and LOVED long hair. Her favorite thing was for me to lay on the bed with my hair hanging over the end of the bed. Then she'd sit on the floor with my hair on top of hers. My hair would reach her shoulders and she'd take her baby brush and brush it as if it were her own.

It got so wrapped around a seatbelt that I had to sit in the car for 20 minutes until dh came home and unwound me. lol.

--Cheryl

I looked like an exploded parrot. :shock:

a sort of collapsing Bozo souffle head thing


what visual images you have given me Melusina! :disbelief: :ohmy:

When I was a teenager, Clariol (I think), had a highlighting kit called "Quiet Touch". You painted it on and it lightened your hair in those areas. Well, I used it, the results were good, and my girlfriend really liked it, and wanted me to do hers. So, we bought another kit, and highlighted her waist lenght hair. We had a bit left over, so I re-lightened mine. We must have received a bad box, cuz her hair was brown (her natural colour) with really yellow streaks. Mine looked like I had dyed it blonde, and was growing it out. Her Mom was so upset, she marched us up to Zellers and bought perm. hair colouring to dye it back. The choices were limited, so that night I came home a redhead. (my natual colour was med ash brown)
Well, it looked OK for about 1 month, but it was summer, and we had a pool in the back yard, and I started to look like Ronald McDonald. So, after my not so great experience with perm hair colouring, I decided to try a semi-perm hair colouring. So I went to the store, and bought med ash brown. My hair turned a really nice shade of dark brown. (or so I thought). But when I went to school the next day, everyone was telling me I had green streaks in my hair. Where the blonde streaks were, I now had dark olive green streaks. (this was before green hair was fashionable)
This time, I went to the beauty salon, and she cut off all the streaks, and lightened the rest to med brown. It looked OK for about a month. Then the dreaded roots appeared. But this time, instead of colouring it again, I decided to get an afro. (you can't see your roots with an afro) LOL
Teechia
P.S.
My girlfriends hair turned out OK, she didn't have the same root problem I did.

I'd have to say it was when my hubbie and I were dating, he found one of my longest hairs in his apartment and SAVED it! LOL, I thought it was so funny, but now I think it's sweet!

Not entirely funny, but my roomate has complained multiple times about my hair being all over the floor...we have a small room, so it kinda adds up....if we don't sweep too often, I'm sure we'd end up with a hair rug eventually....I shed a lot....probably mainly because I have really thick hair....and I tend to run my fingers through my hair a lot.....

Once I was alone in an empty house doing some painting and I turned and saw the movement of my ponytail out of the corner of my eye and it startled the heck out of me so much that I let out a yelp!

Tracey

It was a warm day and I thought I would do some gardening and give my self a deep conditioning treatment, plastic bag and all.

Well, here comes the delivery guy with a package.
Hey, it's all about the hair, I could have cared less :D

well it's not funny, but once some idiot in our class stuck a gum to my braid end :evil: I had to cut off the end ....I never found out who did it but if I had :evil: ....

When I was a little girl I was in a grocery store looking at the toys and an older man in a wheelchair came right up behind me and started caressing my hair and saying, "Such long, beautiful hair".

Okay, maybe that was more strange than funny. :undecided:

It was a warm day and I thought I would do some gardening and give my self a deep conditioning treatment, plastic bag and all.

Well, here comes the delivery guy with a package.
Hey, it's all about the hair, I could have cared less :D

Bwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahah.....gasp....hahahahahahahahahahahaha hahaha!!!!!!!

Oh betty!! you really cracked me up!

Not really funny....but there you go:
I used the gas oven to light my cigarette - I bend down to the flame and my hair got in the way :silly: Fortunately I only singed a couple of hairs by my forehead - you could barely see it. Actually I didn't notice until I started wondering about the smell (do you know how singed hair stinks!?).
Anyway that experience drastically reduced my smoking habit for a while :rolleyes: :D

Hmm... well I had blond highlights when I was in 7th grade.. and um.. I made them red with a red perminant marker. HA! ;)

And then this girl I knew who had blonde hair highlighted her hair.. um.. yes with actual *highlighters* Neon yellow, green, blue, pink.. yep. Pretty funny.

When I was in my second or third year of college, I had very short hair but I wanted it to be red. (Remember, this was in the early 70s, and punk was unheard of then!) So, I took a cotton ball and a bottle of peroxide, and saturated the cotton ball and stroked it all over my head. I ended up with orange hair! Then I realized that my eyebrows didn't match, so I did them, too! (Warning: Do not attempt this at home! This should be done only by certified Bozos!!) A few weeks later I went to visit my family back home, and a few people came up to me and said, "What did you do to your hair?" And, in typical late teen fashion I said, "Nothing." :D

When it started to grow out, I had a grotesque brown line around my part because, of course, when I stroked on the peroxide I did it from the part downward. Oh what a dork I was!!! :mrgreen:

This is so funny, I just have to share it. :)

I tend to hang my laundry to dry, because electricity is expensive in Hawaii, and I might as well save some energy while I'm at it. (I've also heard that air-drying your clothes helps them to last longer, since dryers contribute to wear and tear.)

Anyway, I have a wooden laundry rack in my room, and I had some bras hanging there drying. I was doing a little cleaning up, and after a while, I kept feeling something touching the backs of my calves. Couldn't figure out *what* was going on. Then I finally turned around the right way and realized that one of the bras had gotten caught in the tassle of my braid! ;) The bra hooks were holding it there and it kept hitting me in the legs. Good thing I realized before going out in public! :oops:

a few weeks ago on saturday, i was doing a warm oil treatment on my hair (for the first time - I usually just spritz on every night), and I got a frantic call from my bf that he needed me to pick him up from the grocery store parking lot because a wheel fell off his car. Thankfully, I had experimented with a new makeup brush that morning, and so was wearing makeup at least, but I then had to cover my olive-oil soaked hair with a shower cap, and then my black satin slumber cap (much more presentable than the shower cap, and might actually look good, if it wasn't covering right up to the hairline). And like that, I drove over to the grocery store to pick him up and drive us home. On the bright side, the excursion was probably good for my hair - the heat from the sun on the black slumber cap re-warmed the oil. it was very fortunate that he had insisted on going out to buy more bagels that morning, otherwise it (wheel falling off) would have happened several hours later on the thruway.