Glamour wants mortifying beauty moments

Hee hee!

When the Queen De La Board posts and gets no response, we KNOW she hit on a touchy subject.

Anyway, I'm not sharing my glamour horror either

Great. I'm the only one who every told a hairdresser subbing for the regular guy to whack it all off?

Maryn, whose present length is overcompensation

To have this kind of disaster, one has to 1) take an interest in "glamour" and 2) make an effort to achieve some version of it. I'm disqualified on both counts.

well, first I'm too late and second I'm too old...but when I was in college I went to a hairdresser at the local mall to get a perm (I have board straight hair)

The experience took forever (5 hrs maybe) I ended up with a poodle perm. There's a lot more to the story, but I'll save it for the next chance at national humiliation

Dawno, my own poodle-perm is history--but it lives on forever on my drivers license! Long live the 80s, huh?

Maryn, long and straight

Mortifying? Was bar hopping, D.C. in the eighties and met a trio of office girls on their night out. Going up the stairs following the brunette in a fantastic white dress I couldn't help but notice the fresh blood stain that could only have come from a particular place. I tried to tactfully tell her friend but they immediately went into disaster mode and I saw no more of them.

I'm too old.

I do remember something that happened to me when I was about 32, I guess. I worked in a Las Vegas casino as a cocktail server, and I was experimenting with false eyelashes.

One day, at lunch, I was sitting with a man I worked with and felt a fluttery feeling, and realized that one of my falsies was halfway off my eyelid. I swiped with my hand and yanked it all the way off. I'm pretty sure he never noticed.

If I thought about it, there's probably many things like that :

Broken heels,
Snagged pantyhose.
Lipstick on my teeth,
Horrible haircolor nightmares - like the time I tried to color my hair after a professional (Scott Cole) had dyed it platinum blonde for a hair show in Atlanta - and the dye I put on turned my hair dark gray. It was hideous and I was 23 years old - not a good look! I had to run out and get to the nearest hairdresser that would have me and have him try to fix it - needless to say Scott Cole was pissed at me royally - but I couldn't afford to go to him to have the roots dyed - and he only did my hair free for shows.

I have one, but there's no way I'm reliving the horror of the bikini line chemical burn from h3|| for nothing but a namecheck in Glamour.

I'm too old, but I once lost a fake fingernail when I was preparing cole slaw for Thanksgiving.

K1P1 said:

To have this kind of disaster, one has to 1) take an interest in "glamour" and 2) make an effort to achieve some version of it. I'm disqualified on both counts.

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Exactly. My most mortifying moment involved pinching my boob in a car door, which thankfully has little to do with actual glamour.

In my teens I had a perm that made me look like Princess Margaret… ouch.

I am the queen of mortifying beauty mishaps. Green hair in high school (not on purpose). Pink hair for a five-year get together of high school friends (not on purpose). I had my hair cut to look like Faith Hill's short cut and it instantly made me look like a 13-year old boy. Ummm. Black bra showing through my hospital gown in all my new baby pictures. Loosing my wedding dress through the airline on our planned elopement. I could go on and on. Oh, this morning, the furnace repair guy got a great shot of my thong when my toddler pulled my sweats down. Oooo -- anybody out there get out of the house with two different shoes on? I have. Twice. This year.

I went to school in my fluffy pink slippers once. In high school. Long before the current acceptance of pajamas as daytime clothing, too. I'd been up late studying, overslept, and you can fill in the rest.

Maryn, thinking that furnace repair guy had a good day

I was once in a restaurant with friends and wearing a dress that buttoned up the back.
It was my turn to go to the bar. I'd been standing there a while when I realised it was a bit drafty ....

Yep, undone right over my backside. I don't know how glamorous my bum looks all squidged up in tights - but I'm guessing not very

I missed the deadline too...

I use home kits to dye my hair, I "Once" used a highlight kit that was to make my dark blonde hair highlighted with bright blonde streaks. Turns out, the kit did not dye my hair the right way, it turned bright neon yellow. Then, instead of staying on the hair it dripped onto my scalp, turning my roots on other hair strands bright yellow. It was so ugly, and I had to wait a week till I could fix it. I had my hair hid for that entire time.

I'm too late for this but since EVERYONE ELSE is sharing...

During my college years, I had to give an oral final for my history of modern art class. So I'm standing in front of the classroom, talking, and I notice a friend of mine sitting in the front row with a HUGE smile on his face. I'm wondering 'what's he smiling for?' until I look down and notice that the top part of my blouse had come unbuttoned...giving a nice "top" view.

Yeah, I've pretty much steered clear of THOSE blouses since.