Hair humiliation
In the 80s, when my mousey hair was cut into a bob with ubiquitous hairsprayed vertical fringe, I thought I would look really cool if I put a blonde streak in my hair.

I proceeded to search my parents' bathroom for inspiration and came up with a tub of my Mum's Jolen cream bleach, designed for lady moustaches. Hey presto and half an hour later I had a bright yellow chunk of hair in my fringe.

However I then crapped my pants as I knew that the wrath of my very straight laced mother would immediately decend on me when she saw my new hairdo. So I immediately took the nail scissors to my hair and chopped off the yellow bit, leaving a massive stump of centimetre long hair at the front of my head.

My Mum dragged me to the hairdressers the next day and made the hairdresser sort it out, cutting off most of the rest of my hair, while Mum loudly explained to the whole salon what I had decided to do to myself. The shame.

Oh and ladies thank you for reminding me about the black woolly tights with white ankle socks (or white knee socks, rolled down into a pleasing tube around the ankle). Why oh why did we do that?
( fish_kettle, Sun 27 Aug 2006, 20:52, Reply)