Layde writes:
I went to my regular stylist, whom I had been with for years. We had been discussing changing my hair color for a few months because I was wearing blue black. He kept telling me it made me look older than I was and I should go lighter. I was wearing Mizani relaxer at the time (natural now) and he told me about some all natural dye he was using. I agreed to let him color my hair and give me a touch up. He used some form of thio-based chemical instead of Mizani (without my knowledge) and dyed it. The whole time ranting on and on about how he always wanted a pink Barbie car for Christmas and his Mom would not get one for him. Between that and his waist length human hair weave swinging around my shoulders I was just about at my limit with him.
Once my hair was rinsed, the employee that rinsed it had a real funny look on his face and said, "Don't move, I'll be right back". He came back with my stylist who had a look of sheer terror on his face when he looked at me. I jumped up, went to the next room to look in the mirror and almost passed out. What little hair I had left looked like it was disintegrating. It was actually melted together. I ended up with one little patch of hair on the top pf my head. (Think alphalpha!) I cried on the phone with my twin ALL NIGHT! My boyfriend at the time didn't know what to say. He was just very quiet. I had to purchase a wig the next day. I will never forget showing my head to my ministers wife and she stood there and cried.
I'm starting to shake just recounting this nightmare.
On Monday, I called a lawyer and he was instructed to either do my hair for free weekly including weekly scalp treatments until it was the length it was before or she would drag him through every court in the state. I could not call or go there to tell them because of my performance the night of the...let's call it "The Scalping". That's a whole other story. I was lucky I didn't catch a case that night.
So that's what we did. When my hair was healthy and long. I threw up the deuces and never looked back. I do my own hair now with the help and info from blogs like Mane and Chic.
Readers, what do you think Layde could have done to prevent this disaster? Share your toughts in the comments. If you have your own horror stories, send them to info@maneandchic.com.
My God! lol that's really really horrible, I can't imagine my reaction.
ReplyDeleteI can understand be forced to try soemthing because of what the styles thinks, so I do know where she's coming from with that.
Wow! I'm still in shock from that crazy story
Mannnnn!! I'd be the essence of a black banshee..dark clouds & lighting would have formed over that beauty shop.
ReplyDeleteTo be honest, I don't think there's much she could have done to prevent the situation other then not agreeing to not be his guinea pig. Then again, he was her regular stylist so she trusted him.
That's the thing with beauticians..it's very difficult to tell the good ones from the bad even with good references. This is the reason why I stopped the relaxers. The idea of the wrong person using harsh chemicals on my head did not sit right with me. Cutting too much off or giving me a whack haircut I can get pass but making me hurt/sick/bald is a no no.
I am sooo sorry you had this experience. But thank you for sharing it with us. I've been fortunate. I've only had three stylists do my hair on a regular basis. And then not for more than two years consistently. In between, which is most of the time, I've done my hair myself. My husband has family members who are hair care professionals. So he strongly believes I am spending too much time doing my own hair and that I would fair better if I went to a "professional." Your story strengthens my resolve to carry on with being the primary person to care for my hair. I may go to a "professional" from time to time for insights and advice. But hand my hair over to someone else. NO WAY!! You did the right thing by leaving that Bozo behind.
ReplyDeletejesus that's terrifying!
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