Experimenting with eyebrow thickness and length towards the end of high school. Attension! Do not repeat on a drunken head!
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As a teenager, I went to a master who was very fond of experiments. She painted me in all sorts of different colors, but that's nothing. Once she cut my hair down to the shoulders very short, like a boy and dyed it gray-purple. With bangs cut almost at the root, it looked very strange. I immediately began to grow my hair to a sane length. Then I used to paint in black for several years, which I also regret.
Grade 10, evening before the photo on the board "Pride of the School".
Mom reluctantly agreed, tried, of course, to dissuade me, but it's useless to argue with me :) Unfortunately. I had an ironclad argument: this is a tonic, easy to wash off . Yeah, right now.
It was my failed idea, because on the head it turned out not red, but "fret sedan - eggplant". Let me remind you, in the evening the day before the photo was taken . After washing my hair three or four times in an attempt to somehow smooth out the effect, I resigned myself to fate and even convinced myself "well, it doesn't seem so bad ... she wanted to."
The next day there were these ill-fated shooting, in which I turned out like a forest monster. Red-purple hair gave my face an unusual pallor and highlighted ALL imperfections. For some reason I also put on a beige blouse (double fail). In short, the skin of a dead man, compared to mine, is a ruddy apple.
But a lesson for life: before something important, not to start experiments on appearance. And red shades do not suit my face. And the photo hung on the honor roll for 2 years and several years after :(
I don't know if this fits here, since the result of the experiment was not what I intended. But, I think, you can answer.
I once had such a dream: to make an amber. Then it barely appeared, had not yet become fashionable and was found mainly in photographs of foreign celebrities and models. I worked (and it was summer), and saved my salary for this miracle.
I spent several hours in a hairdresser that day. My hair was relatively long, thick and thick, like a wire. The master was ready to swear at me, because she was terribly tired of all this and spent a lot of material. Finally, I wash my head, it dries me out ... And instead of a light color, I see a green color! Yes, and even starting much higher than intended (literally 2/3 of the hair was spoiled).
So for the rest of the summer I walked with a green washcloth at the ends of my hair. For which, by the way, she paid a lot of money for me. I still regret that I did not have the courage to insist at least on a discount, the work was done very badly. Then I tried to tint it red, it looked a little better. And in the end, I had to make a short bob to cut off my hair that had been burned to an indecent state.
Permed at 22. I have too much hair for that. YES and they were too long. And I became like a dandelion (like a yellow discolored dandelion)
In my youth, I repeatedly tried to shave myself a mohawk - I really like the way it looks on many people - but it always ended with the fact that I looked at myself in the mirror, filled with disgust and convulsively "shaved" bald.
And also a mustache-beard "like Lemmy's." When you shave your chin, but leave the tubs going into the mustache and back. It looked cool on many guys. I also wanted a couple of times. But with my features, it was just awful. I looked more like a tavern bouncer from cheerful Ireland than a tough rock hero.
pierced an eyebrow in 11th grade. (I plucked part of my eyebrow because I had a scar there, and I thought that if I pluck it, the new hair would grow normally and cover it. haha). Combined with not very nicely studded eyebrows, it looked terrible.