My Horrendous Hair

In light of the last 24 hours of drama, I hope this post will come as a welcome bit of comic relief. If you don’t know what I’m talking about – it’s better left that way & consider yourself lucky. Either way, this is something I have been meaning to share from the time I started blogging and I think now the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

Oh, by the way – I haven’t heard from all the ladies who won in my last post – so if that’s you & you want them, please send me your address (if you don’t know what I’m talking about skip to the next post first.)

This is me about 10 years ago in 1998  – age 21.Uh, yeah, I know – stop laughing (no this isn’t supposed to be the funny part!). Anyway, let me give you a bit of background first. As some of you may or may not know, I served a mission for my church to Germany about 10 years ago. I have never liked my hair. A very long time ago I had long hair – just about like Goose’s was before we did Locks of Love. My mom always did our hair – ponies, braids, etc. and we always looked well kept, but we didn’t have any of the stuff like is on the blogs now a days. But my mom cut it when I was about 6 – and I mean chopped it boy short. I guess she was tired of dealing w/the whining or something but she cut both my hair & my sisters into little boy cuts. I still remember going through the lunch line with little barrettes in my hair and having the big kids serving lunch ask me if I was a boy or a girl. Yeah – scarred me for life. Ok, not really, but I do vividly remember it. Anyway throughout my childhood years I never really liked my hair. I grew it out a bit and as I was a teenager in high school I had it past my shoulders with the fabulous poofy bangs & all. But at some point it started getting shorter & shorter because I was more and more fed up with it. I guess it boiled down to the fact that I had no idea what to do with it. It’s one thing to have someone do your hair, but another to do it on yourself.

Anywho … by the time I was in college I had majorly short hair again. I didn’t go to a salon – I actually went to a barber, who happened to be female. In fact I swear I think my hair looked like Elvis hair in some of my stupid pictures! I really wish I could erase all those years of awful hair. At the point when I was on my mission I had it kind of spiky and rather short in the back. I fit in nicely with all the Europeans cuz at least back then, it was popular for ladies to have funky short hair.

I was nervous to have to go try get my hair cut in Germany since I didn’t live in the same place the whole time I was over there. So I bought myself a hair cutting kit w/clippers and scissors. I would trim the top and sides of my “spiky/puffy” hair and have my missionary companion (as they are called) trim the back with the electric clippers. Of course, none of my many companions looked forward to this due to the fear of doing something wrong, but in the end never had a problem.

Until …. that fateful night! (Yeah, you know where this is going, huh?!) My wunderbar companion had cut my hair before, so she knew what to expect. She started cutting the back and told me the clippers didn’t seem to be working. So I took them from her, pulled the foot off and brushed it out & added a bit of oil to the blades. As I handed them back to her, I said, “Clumps of hair should be coming off (since I was rather shaggy) if they are working right.” Ah … famous last words. Suddenly she screamed and I don’t remember, but maybe even started to tear up. But I knew instantly what had happened.

Taaa -Daaa ….

Straight up the back — BALD! I had handed her back the clippers without the foot on it so she had shaved me basically right to the scalp – and right up the middle! CRAP!

Sorry for the bad pix – I had to pull these out of my scrap book and scan them in & some weren’t that great to begin with. Here I am holding my clippers with the foot that should have been on it. Well, we didn’t really know what to do. It was my fault, and so I couldn’t get mad at anyone but myself. I just kept hoping it was a dream. I actually ended out going to bed with the nice racing stripe up the back of my head until we could figure things out in the morning.

So we contacted the Elder (boy) missionaries and told them what was up and they agreed they’d be willing to help. They lived over an hour away and I couldn’t ride the train with a huge gaping hole in my hair, so we had to shave it sort of to match & hope that the Elders could help blend things in. So back went the clippers to my head & here’s what I had when we left our apartment:

Pretty awful huh?! Luckily it was May and hot outside so it made for a little cooler head! 🙂 We caught the first train and had the guys help even things up a bit. It still didn’t look too good, but hey you can’t polish a turd! haha. I just made sure to keep my the back of my head to the wall until it grew back in a couple weeks later.

After I was done with my mission, my sister had finished up cosmetology school and “demanded” that I get rid of my “hedgehog” hair (as some of the Germans called it) and grow my hair out! She saved me, that’s for sure! I since have had it just to my shoulders but with kids and for simplicity sake I keep it somewhat in an A-line now.

So …. after that nice long story – THAT is the main reason I do my girls hair (besides having the one on one time w/my girlies) … so hopefully they won’t have to go through all the hair drama and embarrassing stuff I did as a kid — uh or as an adult too!)

Hopefully this has given you a good laugh for the day & lightened your mood. I know I’ve had comments from several of you of how sad you were cuz your DD cut her own hair or someone from school took scissors to their beautiful locks . I did have a friend while I was napping go right up my center part with a pair of scissors (when my hair was long) and cut my hair (yeah I must have slept really deep) and so I had little short hairs like a mohawk running the middle of my head. My mom couldn’t part my hair forever down the middle because of that. Anyway hopefully nothing like this will ever happen to your DD’s hair (or yours for that matter) because I am here, along with all the other hair bloggers to “Make the world a prettier place – One head of hair at a time!”

The End!