Time Travel Tuesday-Bad Hair Day?

My dear friend, Annie, hosts Time Travel Tuesday. This week she asks us to travel back to the worst haircut or hair mistake ever.
I thought of three! Here they are.

The first shock was when my mum took me to the hairdressers to cut my long tresses that I had nurtured till I was about 10. As I wasn't allowed my hair down (too foolish) they had become my trade mark. The hairdresser cut them and gave them to my mum. I was so shocked to hold my own almost blond and silky hair in my hands. It was weird and macabre.

Another bad hair day was at my wedding, although not exactly so. The chief bridesmaid, a cousin of C (my husband) and a hairdresser, forgot to unfold the train and my veil. All that beautiful embroidered lace doesn't show up in my wedding pics because it was behind my back!

The most recent one was last October. As my white roots had began showing, I went to the hairdresser's. My hair has grown darker over the years, but you can call it chestnut. Imagine my shock when she washed my hair and I looked myself in the mirror sporting black hair!
That day C vowed not to let me color my hair again! My roots are showing again. But this time I'll let them do their thing. Better totally white than totally black!

Thank you Annie! It was a fun trip down memory lane!