Jade from Dunedin (posing in front of the University of Otago clocktower) has a couple of shameful moments to share -
I thought it would be difficult to think of something shameful, but after 24 hours of hard thought I’ve come up with too many. So I will share two moments in history.
The first moment of shame would be when I was six years old. I was extremely upset … ok ok jealous, that I had not been picked to sculpt a masterly artwork out of clay, yet the geeky boy in the class had. So at lunch time when he had his finished work on display I karate chopped it. Made a right mess of it to. Of course the teacher AND the boy happened to walk in at the exact time my hand met the clay and I got a severe telling off. To this day I still feel a great amount of shame about that … and I’m still jealous I was never picked to sculpt.
The other moment was during my ‘arty’ phase. I was 19 and going to drama school. While op shopping one day I came across a beautiful orange 1950’s babydoll nighty and thought it would look lovely as day wear. Unfortunately for my mum I decided to wear it while strolling through town with her one day. She was mortified (but I thought I looked awesome). Only recently did I realise what hell she must have been in and I feel slight shame for putting her through that.
Thanks Jade, for teaching us not to let artistic jealousy get the better of us and always think twice before utilising lingerie as outer-wear.

Jade from Dunedin (posing in front of the University of Otago clocktower) has a couple of shameful moments to share -

I thought it would be difficult to think of something shameful, but after 24 hours of hard thought I’ve come up with too many. So I will share two moments in history.

The first moment of shame would be when I was six years old. I was extremely upset … ok ok jealous, that I had not been picked to sculpt a masterly artwork out of clay, yet the geeky boy in the class had. So at lunch time when he had his finished work on display I karate chopped it. Made a right mess of it to. Of course the teacher AND the boy happened to walk in at the exact time my hand met the clay and I got a severe telling off. To this day I still feel a great amount of shame about that … and I’m still jealous I was never picked to sculpt.

The other moment was during my ‘arty’ phase. I was 19 and going to drama school. While op shopping one day I came across a beautiful orange 1950’s babydoll nighty and thought it would look lovely as day wear. 
Unfortunately for my mum I decided to wear it while strolling through town with her one day. She was mortified (but I thought I looked awesome). Only recently did I realise what hell she must have been in and I feel slight shame for putting her through that.


Thanks Jade, for teaching us not to let artistic jealousy get the better of us and always think twice before utilising lingerie as outer-wear.


Kate hosted the Headband of Shame in London recently. Here’s her “claim to shame”.

"Mine was a €10 gelato. Gelato. One scoop. It occurred on a particularly hot day in Florence, a travel buddy and I stopped at a gelato stand. There was no signage for pricing but I assumed that prices would be similar to other Italian gelato places we had frequented on our week long holiday. Without asking about prices we ordered one each. What ended up being NZ$40 for two scoops of gelato."

"We did attempt to convey how appalled we were with the establishments costings – to no avail. At the time we felt like we had ordered so had to pay. So we did."

"Granted it was no $75 headband, but I imagine the feelings during my purchase were similar to yours for the Headband. I have no pregnancy brain to blame and nothing left over – except a memory of the Gelato of Shame."

Thanks, Kate, for teaching us that when in Italy the principle of “if you have to ask how much it costs… you can’t afford it” doesn’t only apply to designer handbags. Apparently it also applies to gelato.


This Gillian. She is the first host of The Headband of Shame and she lives in Knoxville, Tennessee, USA.

Here The Headband (and Gillian) are enjoying the World’s Fair Park  and a tower which Gillian describes as looking like “a huge microphone”.

Here’s Gillian’s “claim to shame” that qualifies her to wear the Headband of Shame.

I am a scientist and have been in and out of labs for years while doing my bachelors and masters and phd…..

Anyway I ended up in the ER last Friday evening after burning my hand on a bunsen burner.

They are super hot y’all!!

I thought it was going to fall over and grabbed it and then realised it was the most idiotic thing I’d ever done!

And to make matters worse, I am the a total safety nerd in the lab, always keeping an eye on everyone making sure they have the right clothes and gear on and I am the one that ends up in the ER!


So what have we learned? That bunsen burners are hot and human skin is not flame retardant.

Thanks Gillian.


Headband hosting

A small number of fellow idiots have so far volunteered to host The Headband of Shame. 

It has been to Knoxville, Tennessee and is currently in London. Pictures soon!


In order to fully punish myself for the folly of spending $75 on a headband, I had to wear it. Here I am at my desk at work. 
Yup, my head definitely looks $75 more expensive

In order to fully punish myself for the folly of spending $75 on a headband, I had to wear it. Here I am at my desk at work. 

Yup, my head definitely looks $75 more expensive


On a visit to Wellington in July 2013 I decided to buy a headband from one of my favourite shops. At $15 it was a little more than I usually spend on a headband but as the assistant pointed out that it was “handmade in Turkey” this seemed fair.

When I took it up to the counter to pay she rang it up at SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS. 

In a state of shock and confusion I paid full price for it. More detail here.

This was an incredibly stupid thing to do. I invite you to host the headband of shame and share your stories of immense and bewildering stupidity.


Once upon a time I paid waaaay too much for a headband….