My worst haircut ever still stands out in my memory. It might have been a few decades ago, but seriously, I remember it as if it was yesterday.
It happened the summer before I began my high school graduating year. I’d flown out to Vancouver to spend a few weeks with my old classmates. While there, I made the rash decision to get a perm for my long, straight hair. (Remember perms? I try not to.)
It was a terrible, terrible decision. Unable to bear the chemically-curled mess that was my hair – “Volume! You’ll get so much volume!” the hairstylist had gushed. Yeah. Right. I looked like I’d stuck my finger in an electric socket – I made an even rasher decision. I went to another hairstylist and demanded, Cut. It. All. Off. Make. It. Really. Really. Short.
That fall, we had our grad pictures taken. And as a result, my worst haircut ever was immortalized for the world to see. Forever.
If you think I’m exaggerating about the immortality of this bad haircut, I’ll just add that my two older children attend the same high school I went to. One of the things they like to do is drag new friends to the picture of my graduating class and point me out. “That’s my mom!”
(The silver lining is that they like to tell me I look much older in my grad photo than I do now; being teens who don’t think particularly highly of looking younger than one’s age, they are blissfully unaware of the compliment they pay me every single time.)
Recently, my daughter Hayley got what she calls a bad haircut. (I personally think she looks very cute, but she says, “Of course you say that. You have to. You’re my mom.” I’ve given up arguing with her brand of logic.)
There were a few days of banging and smashing sounds coming from her room. But today I was inspired to learn that she had channeled her bad haircut frustrations into a video:
What a creative use of a bad haircut!
Have you ever had a bad haircut? If you have, and feel up to reliving the memory, please share your story in the comments section!