Horror Pre-Wedding Hair Story (For Real!)

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So I was going through some old photos and well…what you are about to read is a bride-to-be’s biggest nightmare…it sucked!

Back-up to 2005…closing in on the final few months of preparations (after being engaged to PapaBoss for 2 years!) — the months were quickly passing by and I finally found THE PERFECT UPDO for the big day. I was letting my hair grow out so it would be just the right length to pin up in a perfect wedding-day style. This was November of 2005 and our wedding was on January 7th 2006.

Made a hair appointment to have subtle lowlights {the opposite of highlights} put in my hair to tone down the barbie-blond color it was becoming. Went to my regular salon (in NJ)…and the girl who usually does my hair called out. No biggie…it was a pretty upscale place {the things I blew my money on before REAL life started still amazes me} one of the other girls would certainly do a beautiful job. So, got my smock-thing on and started sipping on my sparkling water…bring on the next few hours of coloring and pre-wedding pampering! Heather {we’ll call her} explained to me that she wanted to get my hair back down to my base-color and then put highlights in. Since my hair was already soooo light, she was afraid that the color {of lowlights} wouldn’t take. Sounded like a plan to me.

5 HOURS LATER. I was the last one in the salon…and Heather was whispering to one of the other girls who worked with her…this couldn’t be good. I was under the big-ass dryer and couldn’t hear a thing. She came back over…said “let’s do a final rinse”…so over to the sink we went. And down the drain my hair went. Not only did she botch the color of my hair to an unexplainable shade…but she actually fried my hair and it broke off. My blond, long hair was gone.

I was now in tears…she was crying and apologizing…I stormed out in an absolute panic and lost it. I don’t even know how I drove home with all the tears I cried. I walked in the door to my house with my fiance standing there ready to hug me. Little did I know that he and my sister ALREADY knew what happened. When it got late, they drove to the salon to check on me and saw everything unfolding from the parking lot. I was devastated. I was pissed. Here’s why:

Now that I looked like Joe Dirt minus the chops…what’s a bride-to-be to do? Well, everyone wanted me to go back in the morning and show the owners the f#@*-up. I did {after I realized it WASN’T a nightmare when I woke the next morning}. They tried to help and cut away some more hair, but it was pointless. They really didn’t seem sympathetic at all and I left even more frustrated than before. All I could do was wear a hat for the next few months…tons of bobby-pins and a fake hair-piece pony tail thing — hideous. I cried when I went to try on my dress for the fitting…my hair was a disaster. I seriously wanted to call off the whole friggin’ wedding at this point. PapaBoss was so sweet and everyday just hugged and kissed me and told me how beautiful I STILL was. {Yeah as beautiful as David Spade in that awful movie….what was it?….oh JOE frickin’ DIRT!)

Well, I didn’t get to wear my pretty-little-up-do on my wedding day…I ended up having a short cut and kept my veil on the entire day. We had an amazing wedding {minus our photographer, but I’ll leave that one for another day} and as soon as we left for our Honeymoon…my hair, my dress…none of that stuff seemed to matter. I just married the man of my dreams and was about to get-on with real life…with the stuff in life that really DOES matter. My hair would/did eventually grow back.

…and THESE DAYS…it’s in a pony tail EVERY SINGLE DAY…so, really, who cares…{that WAS a nightmare though…right?}

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