Fried, Dyed, and Laid to the Side

Natasha writes...

Remember the old adage, 'fried, dyed and laid to the side'? Well my senior year of high school in preparation for my cotillion, I had my cousin (a hairstylist) style my hair. Because she was my cousin, I gave her creative license. Well, my hair was long and she decided to flat iron it. I must admit I was expecting an up do for the event, but it turned out quite nice. It was flat ironed straight with some waterfall curls in the middle. (Those 90’s waterfall curls done with high heat and plenty of hair spray!) Well the event went well I even had my picture in the paper, but when I went to wash my hair a few days later, I noticed something strange. In the center of my head there was a piece just hanging, it almost looked like it had been cut. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was unattached. I pulled it straight up. I looked at this foot length section of hair in my hand and back at my head and thought what the %@$ # is going on! I had been plugged! LOL! That crunchy piece of hair was literally fried, died and it was hanging to the side! LOL! I can laugh now, but I assure you my cousin and I exchanged words. Do you know that she tried to say it was my fault that I had combed it out! Anyway, I spent my freshman year in college with a big chunk of hair much shorter than all the rest.