Worst haircut you ever had?

This goes back to the RIP Mary Quant thread. It wasn't exactly my worst, but certainly the stupidest. My hair was fair and wavy (lucky me) but I was working in London and decided to go to Vidal Sassoon and have his signature cut. It was of course very expensive and the next morning looked wrong and took ages to grow out. My boyfriend was not impressed.

Too numerous to mention! I think hairdressers have a few styles that they can do and just do them whatever we ask for. But I think probably my worst of the worst was a crinkly perm - just awful.

Years ago my DM used to go to a local lady for a weekly shampoo and set and occasionally a perm. She had a 'salon' in her front parlour.

It was quite close to where we lived so we could see ladies going in and out Every lady went in looking different but they came out all looking the same with a head full of short curls. I think she could only do one style.

I have awful thin fine hair, full stop.

A few years ago my wonderful brother took me, his treat, to a fantastic salon in NYC to have my hair 'done' where his assistant has her's accomplished. Wonderful result, still thin and fine - but nice cut for silver/white/platinum hair.

Yes, I asked. Not an assistant he sleeps with, just a sweet brother

BigBertha1

When I was twelve my mother decided I must have my long curly hair cut short. I hated it and have hated my hair ever since.

I had long wavy/curly hair which my mother insisted I had cut short and permed - like an old lady perm. I was about nine or ten.

I hated it and wore a bobble hat for at least a week and refused to take it off.

I have never had short hair since and quite like my hair

Most of my trips to the hairdressers have ended in a disaster .
My hair is super curly and does what it likes .
I've ended up with hideous fringes half way up my forehead and one side is always longer than the other .
Some 20 years ago a local hairdresser cut my hair into a bowl cut leaving the back long . It looked ridiculous . I was going on holiday and I was mortified .

So now it's long and when I tint it - I cut a lump off the bottom -no one is any the wiser .

My worst experience of having my hair cut was the hair dresser proceeding to cut my shoulder length hair into layers even though I had said I didn’t want layers as it was difficult for me to manage. I tried to stop him and his reply was’ I’m not having you leaving this salon and telling everyone that I had given you a * up hair cut, I’m cutting it as I want to’ Needless to say I did just that, telling everyone how arrogant and obnoxious he was.

I’m with Blondie and GSM.
A perm. A disaster, never to be repeated, but it was very fashionable in the 70s, certainly didn’t suit me.

worst haircut I ever had was just before lockdown when my local hairdresser shaved the back of my neck with an electric razor. After I got home I was annoyed because my neck was sore and I assumed the razor had been blunt. It was. It was also clearly dirty because the soreness got worse. Turns out she have me ringworm. It took ages and lots of antifungal cream to get better. Needless to say I have never been back.

Well I never!
I’m surprised that I didn’t know that as I’m fluent in Polari.
A bona omi-palone!

FannyCornforth

Blondie ooh go on! 😃

Wikipedia says "a gay or effeminate man, or a young man regarded as an object of homosexual desire."

About a year ago.

I've moved into a small complex of retirement flats, and went to the local hairdresser much recommended by the other female residents.

I have very fine and rather sparse hair. One resident asked me if it was like this due to chemo. I Have had chemo but my hair's been like this for almost 68 years now. So I keep it short, because when it's longer it just splits in the wind and all you can see is scalp.

I instructed the hairdresser that I wanted a short, boyish cut, and then tousled/hand dried; definitely no blowing it round a brush, that just reveals the scalp again.

Her English was very poor and my Thai non-existent. She kept insisting I needed body. I kept insisting on a plain cut. In the end when she asked, "You want spike?" I agreed - I've had some good effects with light wax before...... I emerged with Johnny Rotten spikes - and scalp.

When I got back, the poor complex manager said, "Oo! A haircut! That looks good!", and I snarled at him. I'm not one of nature's snarlers, once I'd washed my hair back to normal I came back and apologized for being ungracious.

In the interests of fairness, the hairdresser does good work with the sort of full head of mature hair that I'd love to have had. She just couldn't cope with someone with less hair and more chutzpah.

I was 19, a long way from home, at university and I wanted my long hair cut short into a neat bob. I decided to go to the best (and most expensive) hairdresser in town. My appointment was on a Friday afternoon and when i got there the salon was empty.

I soon discovered why, the owner was drunk. He didn't listen to anything I said, he just shortened my hair by six inches, no styling, nothing, I was too young and unsure to argue it out, he was drunk anyway so I paid the bill and left in floods of tears.

I walked straight down the road to the local John Lewis and presented myself to their hairdressers, told my story and said could they give me an instant appointment. The women's salon couldn't, but they had an appoinment free on the children's side with one of their hairdressers. A lovely motherly womam, who understood all my problems, gave me a lovely bob, sympathy and understanding, just what I needed, and only charged me the chldren's price, with a discount.

Blondie ooh go on! 😃

My cousin was a qualified hairdresser. I asked her for some blonde highlights but she went a bit overboard and left them on too long. My lovely thick hair was grey all over, she’d stripped the colour from it completely. At the age of 30 I wasn’t ready to be grey and I was devastated. I rang a local salon and they spent hours putting it right. Apparently the products she had used were too strong. Things were never the same between me and her after that.

FannyCornforth

What are you thinking of Blondie?

I'm not sure I should say on here, lol!

What are you thinking of Blondie?

I thought twinks was a reference to a home done twinky perm

'Twinks'? Clearly means something else in this context than I'm thinking of...

Am I allowed to say the best hairdresser I ever went to?! It was in Manchester and it was a really posh salon in the 70s. (Pierre Alexander?) They charged a fiver for a dry cut but cut was not the word. My straight hair had that swing you used to see on shampoo adverts. Never to be forgotten or compared to.

Could I have been any more stupid?
Away from home for the first time, living in student accommodation, I let the boyfriend of one of the other girls, who incidentally had never held a pair of hairdressing scissors in his life, cut off all my long hair into some awful layered disaster.
I think I just wanted to do something radical, that said, I can do what I want now with my own hair, but I really should have let a hairdresser do it, I cried and cried, I looked hideous.

I feel a lot better about things now Yammy

Thank you for your replies

VioletSky

I've found a great hairdresser for curly hair now

Actually, no I haven't, it's me

I've been cutting my own hair for years after watching a YouTube tutorial

I'm happy with it

Who wouldn't be so pleased with themselves if they were so accurate and expert after watching a YouTube tutorial? You must save a lot of money.

I've found a great hairdresser for curly hair now

Actually, no I haven't, it's me

I've been cutting my own hair for years after watching a YouTube tutorial

I'm happy with it

Worst was possibly when DH and I decided to cut eachother's hair to save money
It can't be that hard!
Oh yes it can! We both looked dreadful.
Luckily it grew out eventually.

Just as bad if not worse was a week before DS wedding and I thought I'd get a few highlights - nothing too drastic.
It looked very dark and with my pasty skin it was not a good look and despite reassurances that I'd get used to it, my DD took one look and told me to go straight back and insist on something to remove the dye. It was terrible. .
I spent the next 2 hours back in the salon, as they bleached my hair to try to get the dye out. It didn't work and my poor scalp was burning. I was pleading to please stop!

I wore a fascinator for the wedding which hid some of the disaster and I have never been back inside that salon.
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