Oh my! After years of coloring my hair dark brown, I got this hair up my arse and decided I was going to go blonde. Not a dark blond but a bright blonde.
Since I worked in a salon, the service was free. Well, of course, we had to bleach my hair. Not a problem...until it had processed and when we decided it was light enough, we shampooed.
After returning to her seat, she went to comb out my hair. It STRETCHED AND STRETCHED AND STRETCHED UNTIL IT SNAPPED OFF!
I was mortified!!!! It was the only time I've EVER cried about my hair.
It was probably a few inches past my shoulders. By the time she got through whacking at it, it was only a few inches long all over.
Next day, another girl that I worked with felt so sorry for me. She recut my hair (what was left) to even it out and put highlights in it. It was cute then and I wore it that way for almost a year.
After my "experiment", I realized that as a brunette, I had more fun...blonde just wasn't me!