This week, one of our foxes asked about haircut disasters. I’ve had them, but never thought of them as story-worthy. I guess the first time would have been in junior high and I got tired of my bangs hanging in my eyes. Dad usually cut our hair, but at that time he was busy starting up a brand-new credit union and working lots of late nights. So I found his scissors and cut. Unfortunately, I snagged some of my left eyebrow in the process. Mom made sure Dad was always available after that.
In high school, I had long, straight hair, and it fell to my waist. Then, just before I went to college, my mother decided I needed to look more adult, and her idea of an adult look was shorter, curlier hair. She made an appointment with the owner of the salon she went to each week. I watched in horror as he chopped off about a foot of hair and subjected me to a permanent. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that Asian hair reacts to a permanent more harshly than the hair he was accustomed to working on, and my hair burned. I looked like I’d poked my finger into an electric socket. After Mom and I sobbed for two days, she called a different girl in the shop who took pity on me and cut off the burned waves and did what she could to salvage my pride. Neither of us ever returned to that place.
After that disaster, I was much more careful about who did what to my hair. I’ve never had it colored, so it’s gradually transforming from black to white. And it’s straight, but it’s thick, and from what people who cut it tell me, it’s healthy. But having two daughters, there have been a couple of mishaps – and both were due to having permanents. Their daycare provider was also a beautician, and she suggested that my older daughter could use a little curl in her hair. I warned her about the problem I’d had, and she assured me she’d take precautions to make sure that didn’t happen. Unfortunately, whatever precautions she took didn’t quite do the job – and the poor girl had frizzy hair for a little while. My younger daughter decided in her senior year that she wanted wavy hair. So she saved up her money and found a stylist who had experience working with Asian hair and paid big bucks to have her long hair permed. The woman did a nice job and my daughter had beautiful long wavy tresses for a month. And then this child of mine decided she liked the straight look better and spent another fortune to have it removed. Sigh.
What’s your hair horror story?