18 JUN | Hair Horror Story Contest WinnersPosted: June 18th, 2008By: Treasured Locks |
Wow. Thank you for all the great hair stories you sent in. We appreciate the time and effort you took into telling your stories. And we appreciate your swallowing your pride to share some embarrassing moments (albeit anonymously). When we decided to launch this contest, we thought we’d get a few funny stories. But, while we got some pretty funny stories, we ended up getting several that made us want to cry. It was really difficult selecting a winner. So, we chose two!
As we read through the stories, we were reminded of the quote:
If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning.
-Catherine Aird
These stories were too good to keep to ourselves when we knew others could benefit from them. In life, we can either learn from others’ mistakes or make the mistakes ourselves and learn that way. We prefer learning from others’ mistakes. So, to that end, we are delighted to be able to share these stories with you. Hopefully, some of them will be a warning so that others don’t have to make the same mistakes. In addition to the winners, have decided to publish the best runner ups here.
| My husband and I recently relocated to the Nashville TN area. The trip required the two of us to move our stuff out of our apartment and drive 14 hours (with a night stop in between) to reach our new home. Having natural hair, it would have been a headache to do on such an already stressful trip. So I cornrowed my hair. After arriving, I had to attend a visitation day at the school I applied to. So I took out my cornrows and my hair was in very wavy twists. I left them in thinking it would be a good hairstyle. Wrong! By the time I got to the school, I looked like the bride of Frankenstein! I had no choice to leave it but when I returned home and tried to comb my hair out, my husband thought I got hurt because of the screaming I was doing. We even had to go out and buy a stronger comb which was better but still hurt. I don’t feel too confident trying that hairstyle again. |
| I wanted my hair to look red after coloring so I decided to bleach it first. I left the bleach on too long & ended up with white blond roots. My hair was black. Well I couldn’t leave it the way it was so I went ahead & put red on top of the blond. When I gave myself my next perm All of my hair melted when I washed it out. Thank God for new growth or I would have been bald. |
| I had finally grown my hair out to shoulder length and decided to lighten it. I had relaxed and deep conditioned it a week before so i ignored my daughters questions about the product i was using. 2 weeks later as i was shampooing my lovely hair i felt something heavy sliding down my back, yes, it was my lovely auburn hair breaking off in clumps and washing away, apparently the steroids for my asthma and my other medicines, relaxer and hair dye do not mix..since everything you put in your body affects your hair this caused mine to break off and fall out. |
| I don’t have a photo, thank goodness. I met this young lady at my job and I believed her when she told me that she can do hair. Well both she and I bit off more than we can chew. First of all I had my hair weaved and this was my second time ever doing it. Well no one told me to not keep it in too long and I didn’t think about it because I am totally ignorant where hair care is concerned. Anyway, I had the weave in for 2 months and I had just got hired at a new job and I wanted it out. The young lady at my old job told me that she could take it out and fix my hair up real nice. I went to her house and she go started trying to take it out. She was at it for over a hour and of course my hair had locked, when I made the suggestion that she try to cut it out. She did and the end result was bald spots all over my head. She then tried to braid pieces together and used some hair product that pasted my hair to my scalp I guess to try to control the pieces that were sticking up. Both she and her boyfriend tried to convince me that it looked alright. They didn’t say it looked good but that it looked alright. Anyway I ended up having to wear a hat to work on my first day, and had to explain to my supervisor and of course she wanted to see my hair. This ended with others wanting to look and telling me it was okay (liars), but the best part about it was that there was someone there that was able to get me into her stylist that night. I did have to wear a pony tail for a while. In case you’re wondering why I didn’t go back to where I had the weave put in. Well I had the weave put in while I was visiting my sister in ATL on my way to my new home in Delaware. |
| I once allowed a co-worker to do a weave. She assured me that she was an expert. Well, I spent 5 hours in her home, while she performed the weave (with a broken fingernail, which kept catching on the hair). When she handed me a mirror, all I could see was snagged hair, and big obvious segments of the white thread she had used. I was speechless. I had to go to a professional salon to have it removed and done properly. |
| Well, it happened when I was about seven years old, and my mother decided to relax my hair for the first time. Everything was well, I loved my straight hair, and was happy I didn’t have to deal with the nappy roots anymore. That same day I went to a local swimming pool with my friends, swam around and had a good time, as we were leaving a decided to take a quick rinse off in a shower to wash the chlorine out of my hair and eyes, I don’t know what the hell went wrong, but my hair was dropping out in chunks all over the shower floor. A while later I learned that chlorine in pool water is horribly bad for relaxed hair. I wish someone could have told me earlier! Thank goodness for weaves. |
| my brother had just finished “hair&beauty” school, well it was a hot summer evening and i just wanted a change in style, not length i stated to my brother. he agreed not to touch my length. as i sat in the chair facing away from the mirror my brother proceeded to snip, clip and tip the bottle of beer he had gotten out the fridge because of the heat. i asked him if he was ok, he said yes, as he continued creating my new hair dew. i reminded him that i didn’t want my length touched. he said ok. well! when he got through he turned me to the mirror. i was horrified to see that not only was my length gone, but there were spots so short that i couldn’t even catch it up in my fingers in an attempt to make a braid. every angle was a different length. needless to say i ran to a beauty shop the next morning to see what they could do, but was told they couldn’t even attempt to fix the mess until it began to grow out, so i ran to the nearest wig store got, a wig and wore it for the next year until my hair grew back out. by the way my neighbors never suspected a thing, but were jealous of what they thought was my own hair. no more sipping, clipping, snipping for my brother on this head. |
| This is the single worst hair experience I have ever had in my life and I am actually worried that by publishing it, that the cops may come looking for me. I was visiting my extended family in NJ and my mother decided that I needed to get my hair done. My aunt recommends a particular shop where her friend works. I was apprehensive because no one in the entire place had hair like mine. I tell the stylist I’d like a touch up and a roller wrap (can’t mess that up right?) WRONG! She starts mixing the relaxer and putting it directly on my scalp! I said, “Hold on, is that base? You have to base me first. I burn easily”. The beautician (also my aunt’s friend) assures me that it’s a new kind of relaxer that doesn’t need base because it doesn’t burn. She got through half of my head and I was about to have a fit. I turn to her and tell her that it’s burning and my scalp is on fire. She says that she hasn’t worked it through my entire head. So, I wait approximately 2.5 seconds, and turned around grabbing her arm saying “LOOK… MY HEAD IS BURNING… RINSE THIS OUT!!” so she throws some relaxer in the front and walks me casually to the bowl, chatting it up with friends as she leisurely walks to the bowl. I got tired of waiting for her so I begin adjusting the water. EVERY water temperature made my scalp hurt. Shampoo made it hurt, conditioner hurt, everything hurt. I felt like someone had poured hydrochloric acid on my scalp and to top it off I had a headache that you wouldn’t believe. The stylist had the nerve to want to give me an infamous Dominican blowout after rinsing the perm out. I told her to find me a Tylenol and give me 20 minutes. She copped an attitude and began to start the hot fire dryer. I told her not to touch me with that thing because it’s her fault my head is burning, because she didn’t base me. She tries to dry one section near my ear and as soon as I felt that heat I jumped up out of the chair, and yelled “What did I just tell you ?!” So, I look at her station, knock every single product, roller, hot curler, EVERYTHING onto the floor. I knock over more things on the receptionist counter (phone, flyers, etc) on my way out and just ran out without paying her. Then I realize “I didn’t drive there!!” I duck into the CVS to get some Tylenol, and also to call my auntie to come get me. When she got there we saw a single police car in front of the parlor and she just looked at me and my wet head like “what happened?!”. Needless to say, we haven’t been back to that shop. |
| My sister and I decided to put streaks in our hair. I did her first and It went great. Then she did mind. I don’t know if she wanted to get back at me about something. But I felt asleep and end up with a peppy la Pew streak in my hair. I went 3 month in high school with that streak. |
| I WISH I had taken a picture of my hair that day, and I don’t have any current photos, but it was the balmiest, most humid day in Chicago that I can remember. This was the summer of 2007, and I had not used a relaxer since 2005. In my quest for ideal hair style options, I had experimented with pressing it, letting it air dry while braided, &blow drying and then using a flat iron. It didn’t matter what I did, how much time I spent doing it, or what miracle products I thought would work–my hair is naturally (dare I say it?) nappy. So after taking over two hours to stretch and straighten it, I boldly walked outside and by the time I reached my destination, I looked like Angela Davis, but an accidental Angela Davis–not on purpose like it could have looked. I knew from a couple of curious stares what had happened, but I held my head high and went on about my business. I decided from that day forward that I would no longer wrestle with my kinks and that I would happily bring nappy back and go with the flow. I do still use a flat iron when I want a sleeker look, but when it’s 90 degrees outside, you can forget it, and I refuse to be “locked inside a box,” a boxed relaxer that is. My hair is healthier now without chemicals than it ever was. Eventually I will try the natural relaxer that Treasured Locks sells, but for now I’m happy being nappy. In the meantime, clips and headbands work wonders for those not-so-favorable humid days. |
| Okay so here is my story. I had been natural for let’s just say 6 months or so. And I decided to get a line up cause I never had one, and most of the ladies that I had seen with a line they looked sharp. So I decided hey why don’t I try to get a line to make my afro like nice and neat. So being cheap I went and asked my brother if he would give me a line. He said sure, sure, I give myself lines all the time, and sure nought being his sister I believed him. After all I had seen his hair cutting skills before and hey they looked neat. Well so he gets started on my hair, pulls out the clippers and puts the nice black apron around all professional. So he is giving me a nice line as far as I know, so about 15 minutes go by and I am wondering and getting restless. And 5 minutes later he says OOPS. I am thinking okay OOPS is never a good thing to say when you are doing someones hair. He get a mirror and I look into the mirror. And tell me why my hairline is cut way back like it is a receding hairline. I was HOT! So for a good 2 months or so I had to wear scarfs, hats, head bands you name it in the DEAD SUMMER. I was too done. So the moral or this story is don’t go cheap and let your brother cut your hair it just doesn’t work. |
| Well I’m not pleased to say that I have completely damaged my hair, and my roots have just forced me to cut all my hair off, because it couldn’t take the pressure that I was given it, I mean I went from straightening my hair, to curly perm, jury curl, then jump into perms, I would use one brand right after another, and now I am paying for it, right now I have allowed my hair all the space that it needs to breathe in and out new hair and new growth, but now I can say that I am proud of my hair, because it is free and very relaxed from all those chemicals and because of this change, I now live a chemical free life, I have not put no chemicals in my hair for two months now. |
| I am a male who had always texturize my hair to get the waves!! i am a teacher and school was about to begin in a week’s time and i texturized my hair the Saturday before it opened!! as i was combing through the cream i realized my hair was straighter than usual with no waves!! when i washed out the cream they were as straight as over processed relaxed hair!! i was mortified!! i was so scared and embarrassed!! but they grew back to normal !! my barber had a good laugh at my expense!! |
| I was much younger when this happened but the worst had to be when my aunt put a bunch of sponge rollers in my hair one night. I had them taken out the next morning and I hated my hair; I’ve never like the way sponge rollers make it look. Most of my hair was pulled back so there wasn’t so much of a problem except with my bangs. I took liberty myself to take scissors and cut my own bangs to even them up and make it look better. I kept cutting and cutting because I could not get it even. Finally I left it alone fearing I would get in trouble and my mom would notice. Well she did but I didn’t get in trouble. She told me I would just have to live with it. It wasn’t so bad until my hair started to grow out and my new growth made the little bit of bang I had left start to stick up. I tried to cover it over with more hair but being as thick as it is it didn’t work. My mom made me go to school with an afro puff bang because it wasn’t time for a relaxer and wouldn’t let my aunt braid my hair to hide it. I had to go to school for a while like that. (Gotta say this one made me chuckle because i also tried cutting my own bangs once) |
| Nothing interesting about this story. I had a co-worker who was a “hairstylist”, we all have one of those. You know the one that works out of her house until she gets her own shop? Well I was in desperate need of a relaxer. Too chicken to do it myself, she offered to do it for me (did I mention that I was living in a new city?). She had a great hairstyle and color, so I assumed it was safe. She gave me a relaxer and black rinse for on the same day. Loved the results until about a week later when my hair started to break off. I never blamed her for it. I managed to salvage it for 6 months before cut it off. Needless to say, I left those chemicals alone and am living nappily ever after. |
| In 2005, I purchased a book about natural hair care called, No Lye! It was a great read with lots of helpful information in it and several recipes to enhance hair health. It recommended using an apple cider vinegar rinse to help retard dandruff and restore sheen to the hair. At the time I had been natural for about a year and was ready to expand past my weekly hair regime. I followed the instructions, carefully, and used the apple cider vinegar rinse after I shampooed and conditioned my hair. No problems, right? WRONG!! My hair shriveled up so tight that I almost cried. I think I used a whole bottle of conditioner to try and soften the Brillo pad that used to be my hair! It was a mess of stuff up there. To this day, whenever I read that page in the book, I wince and wonder if the author had ever actually tried that particular rinse on their hair. So be warned about the following combination: vinegar + natural hair = Brillo pad head and lots of conditioner. |
| Tried a new guy years ago and wanted the long beautiful sexy curls hanging down my back that you see on the red carpet. Well this guy was at least 100 and I asked him if he understood what I wanted. He didn’t. After the perm was done I turned around in the chair and just stared with my mouth open. I didn’t want scream and cry or be rude, but this is my hair!! I looked just like our little black poodle I had when I was 6! OMG! I never gave it a chance to relax I went home and rinsed it out. Never went back and don’t do perms any more! I think he knew he messed up after I cried about looking like my poodle!! Hee! Have a great day! |
| My hair was a mess! Every week I would continue my weekly routine of loading my hair with natural nourishing products, only to apply a flat iron on top of it all. I heard the sizzling, and it made me cringe, but I couldn’t stop. It wasn’t anything like an addiction I was simply left with an ultimatum; it was that or dealing with my unruly new growth, but the thing that was the most upsetting was that I would have to spend hours (approximately three to be exact) straightening my hair, just for it to mess up when I stepped outside into the heat. My hair ruled me, and it was all I could think about. Even when my friend would invite me to go swimming, I would dread the thought of getting my hair wet because I knew it would take me three hours to make it manageable again. Finally in June of 2007. School was out I had no obligation to style my hair as much, my friend with whom I was rooming with wanted to go to the pool, at first I hesitated but boy was it hot, and I knew it would be nice to jump into the water. Plus my friend had been asking me for weeks to go to the pool with her and I would turn her down every time, so I said yes this time. So I went but I took my hair cap hoping that it would keep my hair from getting wet, of course I only had the confidence to that because it was my best friend I was swimming with and no one else. It didn’t work!… my hair was drenched but I did have fun. When we got back home knowing that I now would have to battle with my hair, for my friend was Hispanic and all she had to do was rinse her hair, but I couldn’t just rinse my hair especially since I had new growth! So I had to go through the routine, first I shampooed and deep conditioned. Then I combed through and blow dried my hair, but I wasn’t done yet I still had to straighten my hair. Finally after about three hours I was done, the sun of course had set by now and my friend was already annoyed by the wait. I went out since my hair was fresh again, and I knew that this was the best it would look before the heat of the next day. But for some reason that night after we returned home I couldn’t get the labor process of styling my hair out of my mind. I was pissed that I knew not only had I been damaging my hair (because it was getting shorter), but that it took so much effort. Almost possessively I brought out my big craft scissors and proceeded to cut my hair. At first I took a small section, but once done there was no turning back. I cut all my hair off down to the new growth, and then I went to bed. The next day my friend had woken up before I, and I woke me up by her scream. She was shocked to see what I had done to my hair, especially since she knew I loved my hair and dedicated so much time to it. Even more was she shocked because I had spent all that time washing and styling my hair, just to cut that same night! I told her I was fed up and that my hair was no longer a weight on my shoulder. So that afternoon we made plans to go to the pool and this time I was actually very excited. Since then I have decided to stay natural and I love it, it is already passed the length it was before I cut and it is actually healthy. My hair is kinky curly and I love it and it is easier for me to maintain my hair. I have also refused to use a hot tool on my hair ever again, and I gave both my chi and my 100 dollar blow dryer away; I don’t plan on purchasing those items again. Two products I love are the Nubian hair butter and the Sahara clay mix they work great for hair and as an added bonus they are 100 percent natural. I feel natural and free, and when I look back at the labor of maintaining my relaxer and I laugh, because I know no longer do I have to spend three hours styling my hair. Yes my big chop was scary, I failed to mention the part of when I cried for few seconds, but then looked up into the mirror to see a new me, and no longer was I sad, rather I was excited to know that I was now liberated, My friends love my hair, they all say it makes me look younger, and it brings out my strong jaw line, so I’m happy, and that’s all that matters. I don’t know whether my story is funny or scary but it is my story of my hair journey and my journey continues. |
| I was to attend a wedding that evening. The beautician was the bride-to-be’s sister. At the time, I wore my hair in a short permed style; with the back tapered. When she asked me how I wanted my hair, I said, the usual short style that I wear with the back shaved a little. Wrong choice of words!!! She literally shaved the back of my head - not to mention the style at the top was horrendous. It was the worse hairstyle I EVER had. I never went to her again and prayed that my hair would grow back soon. |
| So everyone wants a good bargain right? Well me and my mother learned the hard way that you just can’t get a bargain on EVERYTHING. One day the cash flow was kind of low, but we needed perms pretty badly. So we went to a dollar store and picked up a 3 dollar perm, we were thinking it would be a good deal. It even had AFRICAN in the name so we just new we were on to something. Boy were we wrong, that perm made our hair 3x nappier than it already was! It was horrible! I’ve never applied that much heat to my hair in my life to get it even halfway right. I take pride in my appearance so I was walking with my head down for a long time. |
| As the only black female in my office I had a weave in my hair to keep a low profile and fit in. It was definitely time to take the weave out, but I wanted to keep it as long as possible. One day when walking back to the office after lunch I was struck in the face by a large silk worm caterpillar hanging from the trees. I ran into the office and asked the secretary to search my hair for more of the pests. She poked around a little and suddenly screamed “Here’s a huge one! Oh wait…this is a hair piece then?” She held out a six inch section of track that had come loose. Needless to say, I now rock a natural fro at work and while I am still learning how to style it, at least it doesn’t fall out! |
| In the past, I have been known as having “nice” hair in my family. It was long and thick even before I started perming my hair when I was 13. I liked how my hair looked straight for awhile, even if my hair was thinning and growing damaged. But then one day it hit me - this is not actually my real texture, why am i straightening it? It didn’t make sense to me anymore so i vowed to start wearing my hair natural, after I looked up natural hair solutions online. I found a lot of home recipes that supposedly strengthen your hair and one involved putting eggs in your hair as a protein conditioner before shampooing. I was interested and i didn’t know what else to do with my hair, so i mixed two whole eggs with honey, and hot oil and tried pouring it over my head in the sink. It was the messiest thing i did my whole life. Once I was done, there was egg yolk all over the bathroom, and it smelled horrible. the egg in my hair continued to leak down every second, all over the floor and my body. Still I was determined for the conditioner to work in my hair, so i kept it on a little more before washing it. But the hot oil i mixed with the eggs, made the eggs sort of hard on my head. It felt like I was frying eggs on it. It took me 10 shampoos to get it out, and my hair still smelled. That was the last time I trusted home remedies ,or put eggs on my head in the name of beauty. |
| well, being a kid we sometimes go to sleep with gum in our mouth. I had gum in my mouth and fell asleep and the gum was stuck in my hair and i let my granny cut it out and she said she had it out, but when i went to church some body said that i had two patches in my head so i had to sit in the car the whole time i was at church until i got to a barber shop to cut my hair and thats my story.I wore a wig for a month before I decided to do the big chop. I took a trip to Disney world with some church members, and we decided that we were going to try and ride every ride there.I got on this one roller coaster called the Rock and Roll Roller Coaster it’s Aerosmith’s roller coaster. It goes from from 0-60 mph with the force of a supersonic F-14. When you sit down they tell you to keep your head to the seat. I was hard headed! The ride ride started the countdown, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 go! The roller coaster took off and so did my wig! lol! Luckily I caught it just in time! |
| I decided to get a full head of sewn in weave to take a break from using heat on my hair. So I went to an African braiding shop and had the hair sewn in. I showed the woman a picture of the style I wanted and she said ” no problem”. I sat there for 7 hours and did not once get to see my hair. When I finally got up I so disappointed. The style I wanted was a short bob with a bang and I looked like a fool. I had a head full of hair and a big forehead to show in the front! Embarrassing! All of my friends told me I looked like Darth Vader. |
One day some time ago I decided that I wanted to lighten my natural black hair. Well, I went to my local drugstore and bought a product called Sun-In. Basically you spray it in and either head for the sun, the beach is nice or you activate it with a blow dryer. Heading to the beach wasn’t an immediate option, so my blow dryer had to do. I sprayed the product on my wet hair and then blow dried. Hmmm, that’s not light enough, so I did it again. I then had the great idea of using some color on my hair and then using the Sun-In to lighten it. I picked up some color and completed the coloring process and then sprayed in the Sun-In once again. I was happy with the results until I noticed my hair coming out in my hands. I was mortified. What was I thinking? The product was marketed to Caucasian people. I ended up not combing my hair for two weeks for fear it would all fall out. Later I ended up having to get professional protein & moisture treatments which got me back on track. It’s been years since this episode but you can best believe I’m loving my natural hair color  (sorry no photos this was years ago and being in a photo was the last thing I wanted to do). |
August 4th, 2008 at 9:33 pm
For years I wanted to try locking my hair. But, I worked in corporate America and I was afraid of the buckwheat stage. You know when you have the tiny little locks sticking all over your head. They were OK on anyone else, but I wasn’t comfortable with it. I wanted long locks. Pressing, relaxing and blow drying were killing my hair. Besides, no matter what I did I only stayed straight for a short amount of time. Plus, it took forever to get my hair into shape.
Growing up in Carson (the suburbs of Los Angeles)– even though it was 90% Black where I lived — we were the hardest on ourselves. Going nappy was not very popular where I lived, unless you were a bad ass. Well I didn’t appreciate confrontation, back then. After college, I began to wear braids because that was as natural as I was willing to go. Then one day someone told me, “You know if you don’t take out the individual braid extensions your hair WILL lock up.” Get out of here, I thought. So, I tried it.
After about 3 months it really locked up. By the time I made it to the Institute of Fine Braidery Arts in LA, it was 6 months later. The owner said she had never seen a head so awful. I wouldn’t let her cut out the extensions though, instead she made even sections so that it looked like I had a pattern from the beginning. It took about two days to get it all together. She had her son take before and after pictures as evidence. Eventually my locks got too long and I cut out the fake hair braids and was left with my own beautiful, strong hair.
Since 1998 I have been locked and loaded (figuratively). My hair is healthier and as long as it was (if not longer) than when I was child. Since having braids and then locks I exercise (sweat) without worrying about my hair. My husband is happier because it doesn’t take me as long to get ready (1 hour now instead of two hours) nor does my hair interfere with, well you know my. I ride with all of the windows down in the car without worrying about my hair. I was promoted to VP while I had my locks. I also go swimming, wear hats, walking in the rain and I still enjoy the luxury of having a beautician working in my hair. I have become utterly comfortable with my natural hair.
My hat goes off to all Black women and I celebrate whatever style you feel comfortable sporting. I embrace whatever makes us happy. I don’t think we all need to look alike or have the same hairdo. Or even treat all of our heads the same way. Me, I am happy being nappy and I don’t think I will ever go back!!!!
August 5th, 2008 at 11:23 pm
I applaud all of you courageous women (and men) for sharing your stories and bearing your hearts and the obvious emotional and sometimes physical pain associated with them. I can relate to many of you. I just recently (very reluctantly) returned to a perm, a cheap store bought one at that, due to a horrifying experience in my hair’s natural state. I was natural for nearly 4 years with an occassional mild texturizer for added body. The first of the four years I sported the fro and loved it except after the wash and condition day. That special day was tiring; it took hours to style it.
Anyway, my job requires me to be in uniform and a hat so I decided to cut my hair off to save time and energy. It just happened to be at a time when I was going through an emotional crisis, so cutting it off was actually liberating. I was very comfortable with the short wave styled, low maintenance “boy’s cut” despite some unwelcomed comments. However, the compliments out weighed the negative. Most people said it made me look much younger and softened my strong and high cheek bones.
Now going into this 4th year of the natural cut, I decided to let it grow out. A couple of weeks ago I had to go out of town for two weeks and was not looking foward to the harsh effect that the Wisconsin humidity would have on my hair so I asked my cousin (who is educated in the hairstyling business, but she dropped out of beauty school before graduating) to hook me up for free of course. Boy did she hook me up.
She promised all she was going to do was “trim it up and make it even.” After about 30 minutes of trimming, the front and top of my head resembled Don King’s and the back had a distinct resemblence to my younger brother’s unkempt patch before the fro was cool. I would have taken Angela Davis any day compared to this.
Needless to say I got what I paid for. I couldn’t do anything to the back. Pressing it was not an option. It was not enough in the back to grab with my fingers in a braid. My hat would not fit. It sat atop my head like humpty dumpty. I was to be on a plane the very next morning. I was fit to be tied. In a panic laced with frustration, I ran to Wal-mart and caved to the $3.25 box staring me in the face. I grabbed it and ran to the nearest checkout counter.
I think I actually cried as I messaged a stinkin boxed permed in my thick healthy head of hair. Until this day I have not reversed the perm. But my knowledgeable cousin mentioned something about washing it in egg and vinegar. I would say, based on some earlier testimonies I read, there must be some truth to that. Well I’m not brave enough to try it yet, but I cannot see remaining with a perm a year down the road. Natural Locks, here I come…
August 13th, 2008 at 7:02 pm
I have gone thru so many of the above hair horrors, until I was blessed to find sisterlocks. Oh what a savior, I get so many compliments and only wish I had known 20-25 years ago. Sisters, this is the most natural feminine hair styke for us. If any of you are willing to make the commitment, please do as soon as you can. I promise the stress of what to do with your hair will be “NO” more. You can do so many things with your hair in sisterlocks, but you have to be willing to commit to the process.
God Bless
LADYJ