So after a busy day of Special Olympics Bowling,
carpools taxi-ing, laundry and an orchestra concert, I am finally ready to confess about bad hair.
My friend
Sara has challenged me along with
Rachel,
Shannon,
Kalynne and
Big Mamma to describe our worst hair disaster. I bet you have been there. Well, most of you. It always happens when you crave a change. I have to say my sister-in-law has had the exact SAME hair since she was 8 (42 years ago). She looks the same now as she did at 17... long, BLOND, parted down the middle, silky smooth hair. Maybe it has varied in length by a few inches over the years. Hair disaster for her? Oh no, they cut 1/2 inch too much!
Me on the other hand? No, as Sara put it, she has seen me with lots of different 'dos in the 10 years I have known her. My personal philosophy? Go for it! It's just hair, it will grow back.
So to play along, I decided to take a trip down memory lane looking for my best disaster. Out came the photo album my mom gave me a few years ago as a Christmas gift. It is full of all the old pictures of me. What a trip! I know, you want to see them, all of them, pictures of hair from hell. However, in good conscience, I can not post
forever to the Internet the
horror of my mushroom-cut in 1990 (+ a 50 lb pregnancy gain... beautiful). Nor can I share the myriad bad perms of the 80's-especially the spiral perm I had just a week before my wedding. I won't share the poodle-perm short cuts of the late 70's or "chick-mullet". That was a personal best. After a few years of having my
ponytail freeze in the morning after swim practice and before school, I began my super short pixie days. Easy maintenance!
This also made my mother happy --- her personal mantra for all of us, "You look so much nicer with shorter hair..."
I finally ran across this lovely picture. Me at 12 years old. See how smart I looked sporting these rocking glasses? I was so proud of them. This picture represents the end of my who-cares hair days and the beginning of my gooberhood. I was on the edge of cool for so long. This was 1977, there was no "product" then... just a little Breck or Flex Shampoo and you were done.
What a great horror pic to post.
Then, it hit me, holy shit!!
I have the same haircut today! Proof positive? A picture of me taken at TONIGHT's orchestra concert. See Sean hiding behind me? He's invisible isn't he? All 6'3" of him. What goes around comes around I guess.
We'll discuss the grey later, and my recent decision to go natural (see how my hair is now at least 3 colors?) and maybe a little philosophy on self esteem too...


So now I tag:
Bridget, who also "looks so much nicer with short hair..."
Julie, a sister from another mother...
Lori who has a great hair cut now but I know has a secret or two..
the other
Sarah who might take a break from her thoughtful, cerebral posts to share a story or two...