Horrible Hair Story 3

Many years ago, back when my hair was very short -- no more than three inches at the longest -- I went in for a trim. The next day, when I washed and styled my hair, I discovered that the stylist had forgotten to cut half my hair. One side was a good inch longer than the other. And at that length, it wasn't easy to hide while I waited for a chance to go back and get it done right.

So you'd think that would be a once in a lifetime experience, right? So did I, until earlier this year. My hair was much longer, hanging well below my shoulders. Once again, I came home from a trim only to discover that one side was over an inch longer than the other. Fortunately, I could disguise the problem this time around by pulling my hair back in a barrette or pony tail. But it still aggravated the heck out of me. And needless to say...I've taken my business elsewhere.

Horrible Hair Story 4

Years ago, I worked at a nursing home as an activities director. They had a beauty day for the residents and the woman that did hair offered to color mine for me. She came to my house and advised that I should try a temporary color product so I could "try the color out." Not knowing anything about hair-color, I agreed. I wanted to go from brunette to red and she said she had the right product with her. She colored my hair in my kitchen, rinsing it in the sink. I never got the chance to actually look at it until she had left. When I looked I got a major shock!

She had turned my hair fuchsia pink!!! And I had to go to work with a scarf over it. I also had to go to a dinner with my mother at the school (PTA) where she worked as a teacher. So I not only had to be embarrassed for myself, she was embarrassed as well! She had to introduce me to all her co-workers and boss.

Thank goodness it was close to Halloween and I could go to work as Raggedy Ann. I had to wash it over and over to get the color out and it took quite some time (days, weeks). UGH!!! What a Nightmare!!

Horrible Hair Story 2

When I was in the third grade I decided that my bangs were too long, so I thought I'd trim them myself. Well, I cut them, and they weren't even, so I kept trying to even them up, and eventually I cut them off all the way to my scalp! Wouldn't you know that I decided to do this right before our class pictures were taken. My poor mother had to cut new bangs for me by bring my hair forward from about halfway back on the top on my head. In my class picture, my bangs start back over my ears!

In my forties my mother thought it was time to tell me that my gray hair was making me look old, so I went to my close friend, a stylist, to have it colored. I told her I wanted dark auburn - I had been a brunette with natural auburn highlights in my youth. Well, she colored my hair, and when she was done it was "Lucy, I'm home!" Fortunately for me, she decided to add a little more brown and color it again, and it turned out beautifully. After that first experience we had the perfect color formula, and she's been taking care of my gray ever since!