Worst Hair Story Contest Winner!

We nearly died when we read Olya’s story, because it so clearly reminded us of a time when we chose a salon in a new city based on the advertisement, made an appointment with the owner (figuring it had to be good), told him SPECIFICALLY we do not own a blow dryer and that we would like to keep our sides long. After he cut our sides off, and blew our hair dry into the biggest bouffant since 1978, we cried and walked out (after paying).

We loved everyone’s stories, and we hope to be able to offer more contests as time goes on.

Anyway, here is Olya’s story.

Our worst hair story involves the regular hairdresser we go to, and a
misunderstanding. However, we suppose that’s what most bad hair stories
involve. We wear our hair in a short blond bob that is rather
conservative in style. The main reason for that (the bob, and the
style) is that anything that doesn’t aim at making us look "older"
translates to our looks 13 years old (for our 23).
The story is
short, and yet we still wince at the memory. We were getting our
"regular" highlights, and the regular trim/haircut, when the
hairdresser innocently asks "would you like me to add a different shade
to the regular blond?" – note here! – she clearly said *shade*! If our mum by sheer coincidence did not end up being there with as well, no one would have believed how drastic the definitions of shade
differ between us and the hairdresser. We visualized some low lights -
like darker blond – and said "cool, lets try it!". And, so we did.
Mistake 1. Needed to verbalize what a shade involves.
Mistake 2. Being spontaneous. (Really! Almost never is a good idea with hair!)
Of
course the different shade of blond turned out purple. Magenta purple.
Like the kind of "shade" that is used by 9 year old girls to feel
"cool" and washes out after 3 washes, except in our case this was real,
proper hair color.
When we went (the same day) to the pharmacy to
get some bleach, the assistant looked at us and said "Are you sure you
want to do it? It looks quite cute!", to which our mum has said "How
old do you think she is?" and the assistant, taken aback, said "….
17?" (quite obviously exaggerating, given the direct question!) We were
22 at that point. Perhaps it is not a big deal for most; perhaps some
even like it; but for someone who has been viewed as too young her
entire life this was quite painful.
We spent 5 times the money of
the original highlights  (excluding the haircut, which was quite nice,
actually) on repairing it, via 2 (other!) different hairdressers/salons.
For
what its worth, we still go to the original hairdresser. Except we
insist quite clearly on having "regular, blond, highlights".

Olya, send us your address and we’ll send out your present!

Here’s to better hair for all of us.

-LIL BUNNY