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How my hair nightmare led to five words no mother wants to hear…
“Mom, you ruined my wedding!”
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It was my daughter’s wedding… but everyone was looking at me.
My daughter sat two chairs…
And even though she was smiling during the speech, I could see tears in her eyes…
When it was her turn to speak, she stood up…
But after just two words, she burst into tears – and collapsed back into her chair, sobbing…
All because I made a terrible mistake…
My name is Rebecca Armstrong.
Two days before the wedding I went to the hair salon…
I’m not a regular at the salon because my hair isn’t as thick and beautiful as it used to be…
Honestly, I didn’t think my hair could be damaged…
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was so embarrassed…
And I hated going out in public with my hair down – unless it was winter and I could wear my beanie hat to cover it up.
But it was for my daughter’s wedding – the biggest day of her life… so I wanted to look great for her.
When I reached the hair salon, I met a lady in a green blouse…
He made me sit in front of the mirror…
“What can I do for you?”
I told him about my broken bandages that fall off at the slightest touch…
…and how I needed it to carefully style my hair.
It was one of those salons where they turn your chair around with a mirror and go to work… We made small talk and I had a coffee…
I was having fun, but not for long…
Because he finally turned me around to face the mirror… “What do you think?” he asked.
But my throat was already tight – like it was being held by a 300lb wrestler…
I did everything to stop myself from bursting into tears…
It completely ruined my hair…
I don’t remember what the stylist said next…
I just remember paying so quickly and leaving.
When I reached home, I fell into my husband’s arms and said… “Our…