Who knew that compiling a hair retrospective would involve so much work and intense soul searching? Of course, truth be told, a large part of the soul searching has involved to what extent I am willing to share the sins of my hair past. To what degree will I shame myself?
Judging by what I’ve decided to put on display for all the internet to see, there is really not much of a limit. In fact, it has made me grateful that I did not come of age as part of the MySpace generation because otherwise there is no telling what I would have posted at age 19 when I thought pictures of Gulley and me sitting on a wooden Indian’s lap with glassy eyes (us, not the Indian) were hilarious.
God knew I was not meant to be a part of the internet generation during my perilous teens and early twenties, because while He removes my sins as far as the east is from the west, the internet remembers forever.
Anyway, judging by the comments the majority of y’all seem to be risk-takers when it comes to your hair. Y’all are members of the it will grow back club.
It’s caused me to examine the roots (pardon the pun) of my conservative hair ways. I’ve spent minutes of the last several days searching the deepest recesses of my soul to understand why I am afraid to take a hair leap of faith. I have even compiled some photographic evidence.
I realize I have a lot of time on my hands.
However, all my minutes of research made me feel compelled to present a hair retrospective, also known as the life and times of Big Mama’s hair.
This is me at five months old. Is it just me or do y’all see a hint of a mohawk?
And let’s all have a special moment of silence for the fabulous shag carpet used by Sears Portrait Studios everywhere in the early 70′s. Also, why all the lumps in the carpet?
Now here I am during my christening.
I can’t say for sure but I would be willing to bet money that my mama asked the priest to say a special blessing on my hair. I come from a long line of women who believe strongly in the power of good hair.
God surely heard the priest’s words because here I am at age three.
Hello lush, thick locks. Please note that at this age I did not have any type of bang issues.
For the rest of my earliest years I had long, thick hair that could be pulled back in various ponytails, pigtails, and braids. Then I became best friends with Michelle. We were in second grade, she had a Dorothy Hamill haircut and she convinced me that I wanted to sport the Dorothy Hamill, too.
Somehow the seven year old salesman in me managed to persuade my mama to let me get my hair all cut off. Here is the result.
Apparently, the short hair also made me very sporty and ready to strike athletic-like poses.
Also, now that I’m looking at that picture closely I realize that I have already had the Katie Holmes bob once in my life. Only it was called the Dorothy Hamill because Katie Holmes hadn’t been born yet.
By the way, my friendship with Michelle ended shortly after I got this haircut because I forgot to wear my pink corduroy pants to school and instead wore my green Luv-its. In short, Michelle was a bad seed that led me into the valley of bad hair and left me there.
After this, I spent years in a downhard hair spiral as evidenced by this series of school pictures.
I wish this was a full length picture because that is a red, terrycloth dress that I wore with Yo-Yos and my first pair of real pantyhose. I was very sophisticated.
Again, great outfit. Aqua Gloria Vanderbilt shirt with aqua Gloria Vanderbilt jeans that were sadly ruined by battery acid when I was changing the batteries in my eight-track tape player. It was the first real tragedy of my young life.
Those pictures are proof that my bangs issues can’t be completely blamed on postpartum hormones. For further evidence, let me present this picture.
That is my sister and me in some sweet matching dresses that came from Weiners. My daddy took us to have our picture taken and obviously, let us fix our own hair. Please note the cowlick in the middle of my bangs.
I apologize to my sister for throwing her under the bus by posting this picture. It’s the blessing of being related to me by blood and sharing a room, our clothing, and our DNA. Also, she’s proof that the bangs issue is most likely genetic.
Now, we progress into the years that my hair felt the influence of Farrah Fawcett and the wings phenomenon. My best friend at this time was Caroline Fletcher and she had the most glorious feathered hair in the universe. She could flip her head upside down and come up with some wings that made me weep with envy. I tried, very unsuccessfully, to achieve the same results but there wasn’t enough Final Net in the world to make it work.
I can’t even express how cool I was in fifth grade. Not only did I have the fab Izod shirt but I was wearing it with my Jordache jeans and the original Nike canvas tennis shoes with the baby blue swoosh.
Truth be told, I probably peaked in fifth grade.
Oh sixth grade. You were a cruel time period as evidenced by this gingham shirt that I wore with a denim prairie skirt and brown topsiders. This was also the year that I wasn’t allowed to play the flute in the band because my mouth was shaped wrong.
Seriously, sixth grade band director whose name I can’t remember? Look at that hairstyle. Look at those teeth. I had enough issues without being told I had to play the clarinet due to my lip structure.
By seventh grade, I decided to go with a new look. I think if you look closely you can see that I paired that yellow shirt with some yellow eyeshadow.
This is a hairstyle still favored by women who regularly participate in tractor pulls and monster truck races.
As is this.
In eighth grade I stuck to the same style but just slightly poufier. I didn’t know it then, but this was leading me into dangerous hair territory. Hair territory that would require that I never left my house without a teasing comb and a gallon of Aquanet hairspray. I was so young and naive. I had no idea where the poufy would lead.
That’s really all anyone should have to digest in one day. I will be back tomorrow with the continuation of my hair history which will involve more permanent solution and trauma than any one head of hair should have to endure. I refer to that time as high school.
It is grueling retracing this history, but I believe I will come out a more complete person on the other side with a better understanding of my roots.
Sometimes we must look back to be able to move forward. I think my sixth grade band director told me that.
Oh, you are brave!! I’ll be back tomorrow to see where all this leads.
I’ve been eagerly awaiting this for days now, and let me just say…it did not disappoint. Can’t wait ’till tomorrow.
Can’t wait for tomorrow–your 7th grade do and pic really reminds me of my sisters at that time. maybe its an age thing.
I love all of the pictures. I never realized until now that Caroline is your clone!!!! Oh my gosh…..she looks exactly like you in those younger pictures. I can’t wait until you show everyone your pretty hair!!!
I totally relate to your hair styles and clothing choices!! Only I had blond hair and blue eyes!! Aquanet – I can’t stand the smell now.
AARGH!! I can’t believe we have to wait till tomorrow to find out the conclusion of ‘the-life -and-times-of-my-hair’! I loved trippin’ down memory lane as your lane is much like mine….
I know, I seriously need to get a life. I don’t watch tv like you and boo, so cut me some slack here, OK??? Just bring the bring on the photos!
Wow – you look SOOO much like Caroline in the aqua outfit! Or, I guess I should say that Caroline looks so much like you. Either way, you’re both darling!
I loved the pictures and commentary. I remember all those styles and the hairspray!! I still cringe when I think about it.
Love it. Can’t wait for part two. Except that it causes me to remember my own hair issues which I have successfully (until now) repressed. But since I’m a glutton for punishment, I’m really looking forward to part two.
I am DYING!
The death is particularly slow and painful because if you super-imposed my face, we would share the same exact same hair woes…year by worsening year.
High school is ahead…I am bracing myself as well as my sore-from-laughing abs.
You are a braver woman than I.
Hilarious. I can’t wait to read the next installment. And HOW do you remember the names of all those clothes? That’s what gets me. I think I had about the same hair progression as you. We must have been born about the same year. 1972?
Now I’m dying to know how in the world you sustained that hand injury in your cheerleading picture. Was it Aquanet-related?
Also: BRING ON THE ADD-A-BEADS. And the aqua Gloria Vanderbilts. The 80′s were such a fun, fashion-forward time, weren’t they?
This far surpassed any dreams I had for your hair retrospective. I was thinking maybe two, three pics tops. LOVE IT.
Did you have a comb in your back pocket for re-feathering at the roller rink?
I LOVE IT! This brought back many memories as well. My mom believed in putting a bow in my hair (matching, of course, but so big it competed with my head). Though after outgrowing the hairbow, you know, around 5th or 6th grade or so (I was a late bloomer in the opinion department), I went in another color coordinating adventure….The BANANA CLIP.
Oh yes I did! Banana clip in every color and even some with diamonds. Banana clip and body wave….I was high class, really I was!
Oh the memories… I remember all those clothes! YoYo’s were awesome! I always had good hair growing up, except for the time it turned green from swimming in a pool being maintained by my inept cousin Laurie. It was a beautiful fluorescent lime green color that was only made better by the dried bleach used to pull it off by my sil who thought she was a hairdresser. This left me with a chin length poodle looking broken off white colored bob for my first year of high school. Now that my friend was a bad hair year!
I noticed the ACE bandage on your hand in the cheerleading picture…tell me it had nothing to do with hair…please?
I can now understand a bit of the trauma you are going through in posting this. I thought I had it bad being born in 1980 and going through the big bangs, the poodle perms and the sharply-curled-under bob. Thankfully I never had the bowl cut.
But look how straight your teeth are!
I’m still laughing. In the third grade, I ended up looking like a boy because I tried to copy a friend’s haircut. At least it resulted in my mom consenting to let me get my ears pierced a few years earlier than she’d intended.
Oh, I know the pain on the fringe cowlick… no matter how much blowdrying, brushing and superglue you use it’s ALWAYS there haunting you! I envy my friends’ sweeping side fringe and bitterly resigm myself to conservative ‘news reader’ hair
I couldn’t get over how much Caroline looks like you! My goodness! I love especially your descriptions of the clothes you had on because you were dressed so much like my daughter in grade school! This is funny but you never forget what you were wearing in those school photos! I’m almost sixty and I remember every detail clear back to kindergarten!
Oh my goodness this is possibly one of my favorite posts from you. First of all – I see where Caroline comes from. She is your little me. Second – we shared a LOT of the same hair styles which I love. I can hardly wait for the high school/college days. You may inspire me to do my own hair post which I assure covers many styles and colors over the years.
Thank you for sharing!!!!!!
It’s like looking in a doggone mirror. All girls had the same hair and same clothes.
STOP! That’s hillarious! Okay, I had that same Houston Astros shirt (and a Luv ya Blue shirt too, did you have that one? For the Houston Oilers.) and I remember many a trip to Weiner’s. We had one just down the road in Friendswood. Oh and the wings. I remember when I first got me some wings. I carried the comb in my back pocket so I could re-wing frequently. Oh the memories.
That was the best! Can’t wait for the next installment. I am pretty sure I had the same dress you got from Weiners.
Oh my word! I can’t tell you the rush of memories that overcame me when I read the word “Weiners”! My mom and I would go there every Saturday. wait, it’s making me cringe just thinking about it. You must have grown up in the Houston area?
This could be my all time favorite post. I lived this life too and had some serious flashbacks of clothing AND hair with every detail you gave us! Seriously, I’m amazed at your memory! I remember being exposed to All My Children in the 8th grade and thinking it was a slice of one hour heaven! Oh….the memories. Thanks for sharing.
CANNOT wait til tomorrow….
Ah memories are a springboard to better hair days! The pics are cute and yes Caroline IS your clone! Did you say YoYos? I JUST saw a remake this weekend at the mall in black. I just stood there with a wash of memories. Oooooo boy!
Melanie,
Thanks for the trip down memory lane! Oh my gosh! I had practically every outfit you described and more hair woes too, than I care to remember! I can’t wait to see more pics! You are a brave girl…this was hilarious!
Tracey
No, no, no, the 7-year-old you is not sporting a Dorothy Hamill at all. I remember it distinctly from the front of my Short ‘n’ Sassy bottle – a rounded wedge in the back, and the bangs (if any) were short and feathered.
You are a better woman than I! Posting those fun, fun photos! So fun and entertaining. Thanks for sharing! The sad truth – those hairstyles look oddly familiar.
wow, you are dedicated to your fans – I am so impressed and very tempted to scrounge around and find (and scan ) a picture of my mullet.
nice, mom. really nice.
I mean this in the sweetest way possible:
It was like a horrible train wreck that you want to look away from but can’t because you have to watch it until the bitter, bitter end.
I am referring to my realization that we are not the same age, of course. Somehow, before I saw the shag carpet and Yo-Yos, I had imagined that we were v close in age. Please, for the love of all things beautiful, tell me you really are only 25 like I’ve been imagining?
(This is called me-trying-to-make-you-feel-better-because-that-sixth-grade-year-does-sound-rather-terrible.)
I am in ministry after all. Ministry to the broken-hearted, the lowly in spirit and those wallowing in bad hair past. It is my job, nay my calling.
I’m here for you sister, whenever you’re ready to lay down that can of hair spray. There is a Chi waiting for you at the altar.
I, too, went from long, lovely locks to a very short hairstyle. Only it wasn’t a friend who led me down this path of horror. It was my mother. It was a variation on the Dutch Boy haircut, except that my hair was very wavy could not be tamed into any semblance of attractiveness. Mother simply didn’t enjoy washing our long hair anymore and convinced us to get it cut. I was never more sorry in all my life…especially when she cut our bangs herself with sewing scissors. And she kept on cutting and cutting….and cutting. Soon, my bangs resembled a bristly man’s moustache. I’m still recovering.
I lived it too. Even the wrong lips for the flute. I was devistated! I can’t wait until the highschool pics!!!+
Oh my goodness! Caroline is the spitting image of you! I can’t wait to see your next installment!
Oh my…I was right! We HAVE lived seemingly parallel hair lives! LOL I may just have to sort through my old pics so you can see just how close they are! Amazing! What a riot! I am SO looking forward to tomorrow!! =]
This is probably your most hil-hair-ious post I have read so far. I don’t know which is funnier – your hair or your descriptions of your outfits. Thanks for sharing. Looking forward to part 2!
I enjoyed the pics sooo much, I too am a child of the 70′s/80′s & have curly hair which NEVER feathered, or Dorothy Hamill flipped, so I spent all of 7th grade wondering why God was punishing me with the unruly curls, huge plastic framed glasses, & braces!??! Then spiral perms became all the rage, & I felt vindicated!! Thanks for the great memories, looking forward to tomarrow!!
Oh my Lord, I think you and I have been on the same hair journey. I recognized so many of those styles as ones I’ve had. And I too have the wonderful cowlick situation.
I can’t wait to see what you have in store next.
You know where this is leading, don’t you? We’re having just as much fun reliving the clothing “fashions” with you as the hair. You’ll have to do a clothing retrospective next. (By the way, you did have the requisite Goody comb sticking out of the pocket of those Jordache jeans, didn’t you?)
When you posted the pic of you, P, and Caroline after Thanksgiving, I thought Caroline looked so much like P. But now that I see pics of you as a child, I realize Caroline looks exactly like you — especially you in the infamous aqua Gloria Vanderbilt photo:)
Okay, I didn’t read the other comments (just in case I repeat.) I did notice that you skipped the “perm” phase. Me? I have natural curl. Somedays it’s more curly, some days more kick one way more than the other. I got the perm to “correct what my hair did to itself.” Hmmm. I should have re-thought that one. Can’t wait for the next installment of Big Mama, The History of the Hair.
I love the Astro’s t-shirt! I had one just like it and I loved the ‘stro’s. Ahh, memories
Wow! I can’t think of anything else to say.
Hey, at least your dad wasn’t the local barber who always used your hair for his model. I won’t be doing a hair retrospective, that’s for sure. I am enjoying yours, though! You’re too funny!!
They say that if you remember history you’re less likely to repeat it. Let’s hope your hair history doesn’t repeat itself.
Can’t wait to see how this cute little girl grows into a teenager! Thanks for sharing the fun! I feel like I’m always on a quest to find the perfect hairstyle – which always seems to be just a bit illusive.
I’m not here to comment on the hair – we all have our bad hair demons. I just want to say that with these photos, in a sea of a million mothers & daughters, I could match you and Caroline up. She looks exactly like you. Wow.
Also, I want to say how impressed I am with how well you remember all these ensembles……….right on down to the brand, pants/skirts & shoes. Impressive.
Yup, we’re all with ya. So, you had a bandage in the cheer pose? I can imagine! those pom poms are bigger than you are…must’ve been torment lifting those suckers!
)) LOL!
Certainly brought back some of my own hair memories…oh Farrah…what you did to us. The funny thing to me is that apparently not only do you have too much time on your hands…all your readers do to…I mean I read every word
I am still getting over your hair at age three! Holy cow! That’s has to be some sort of record! The picture of you with the yellow short reminds me of a hairstyle that Chris had growing up! And yes Caroline looks just like you in some of those younger pics I thought she always favored P.
I have enjoyed Part One of BigMama’s hair journey…. I guess this is one time that I should be glad I have curly hair and couldn’t pull off any of the “in style” hair cuts
But can I just say that your 3 year old hair is GORGEOUS… imagine the kind of money you could have made if you sold those locks when you got the Dorothy Hamill hair cut!
THAT was hilarious! Trip down memory lane! We must be the same age because I SO had those same clothes and haircuts! I distinctly remember when I went fromt the big thick straight bangs and ponytails to the feathered wings haircut! I was in 5th grade and thought I was SO COOL! Ha! Thanks for being so transparent and sharing!
Enjoying the hair saga
I had the same experience when joining band: was told I had a mouth better shaped to play the clarinet and not the flute.
BUT found out later it had nothing to do with the shape of my mouth!
They had too many who wanted to play flute and not enough for clarinet. Sad, isn’t it, that adult educators would stoop so low?
I played clarinet for three years, until the band teacher told me to “find something better to do with his time.” Ouch!
I’ve often wondered, if I’d played flute like I wanted, if I would have done better and stuck with it. Oh well.
I swear I felt like I was looking at pictures of my own hair through the years. Flashback city!!
my photos are all in storage. Otherwise, I would have done a retrospective a long time ago.
“Cause I had some styles.
But now that I look at yours, I can just say “ditto”.
Blessings,
K
Oh, I am not disappointed! Much hair fun-ness
I think I have some similar ones, but am not sure how brave I would be to share them.
My cousin and his wife just got back from taking their son to CA searching for colleges and the drove by the home of the the guy, who created Guess jeans. She told me about all the ferrari’s and bentley’s and such. I told her that we helped pay for those cars in the 80′s.
I can’t wait to see the next page of the story.
Too much fun walking down memory lane with you! It is scary how similar everyone’s hairstyles were… but even scarier is how you remember exactly what you’re wearing in every photo. I owned a pair of Yo-Yos, but no way could I tell you if I was wearing them in a school photo! Or the Jordache or Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, either. I bow to your superior fashion (sense and memory in this case) yet again!
Thanks for sharing… can’t wait for part 2!
I’m glad you spent so much time on that because it was genius, I tell you! How do you ever remember what pants and shoes you wore on picture day? Although, I did remember having a Gloria Vanderbilt shirt just like that one. I hope Michelle read this email and repents for leaving you stranded.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that the conclusion wasn’t in this post. I was really into this
You’re so brave. I don’t think I’d post all my elementary school pictures for all the world to see. Especially the third grade when my sister, best friend, and I decided that our long locks should be cut short and a “rat tail” should remain at the base of out heads. What were our mothers thinking letting us do this to ourselves? I believe that is why I have never since cut my hair any shorter than my shoulders by my own will. (I say that because once about 7 years ago a hair stylist didn’t listen and cut all my hair off. I was shocked and horrified…at least she didn’t leave a rat tail.)
Anyway, can’t wait for the conclusion!
I think I’m a year older than you, so I can so relate to all of these pictures …. Nike tennis shoes, yo-yos, Aqua Net and I swear I have the exact same cheerleading outfit with saddle oxfords. I have a picture of me sitting beside my red and white pom poms. Weird.
I had the same Dorothy Hamil haircut, AND the same Astros shirt.
I had completely forgotten about shopping at Weiner’s as a child! This post was absolutely hysterical!
Take it from a true nerd kid, you still look cool. Oh yes the dictates of fashion from days gone by are really frightening, but you still look like one of the cool kids.
You are still Marcia. I am Jan with a Toni home perm fiasco hairdo.
This post was worth the wait! I’m on pins and needles waiting for the next installment. You had amazing hair as a child! You’re right, the Dorothy Hammil was probably a mistake, but you looked cool when you grew it out. Definitley a child of your time, but very stylish while in it, which is what matters, right?
I too was destined for clarinet instead of flute – where would we all be now (and what would our hair be like?) if only we had all been allowed to play flute.
Looking forward to more tomorrow.
OH BM!
I feel your flute pain….I too, was told I couldn’t play the flute because “my lips were all wrong” nothing like giving a kid a huge complex early on. I ended up with the clarinet too. I loved your post. I can’t wait to see how the saga ends. HIGH SCHOOL HAIR…..oh the horror! I have hair that matches yours all through the ages, I’m sure we will see some BIG 80′S HAIR coming our way.
Kelly
Oh Big Mama, this was so worth your time.
I am loving this post! I can tell that we are about the same age by the hairstyles. I also sported most of those unfortunate looks. The Dorothy Hamill was my first bad haircut and it went downhill from there. I remember all the clothes too. I loved me some Gloria Vanderbuilt with the matching tops. I did play the flute in sixth grade band and then I got braces which was a lovely combintation. Those last two pictures of you with that haircut look just like the cut I got in eight grade. My sister and I were both sporting that look and I think that was the worst one of all.
Caroline looks just like you!
Oh my word, the memories that one single word can bring. “Weiners” And were you wearing your “Luv it” jeans? And what was on the pockets? I had the stop/go signs, and the doublemint gum. We were stylin’!
If I posted all of my past hair sins, you’d feel SO much better about yourself. Please trust me on this.
But judging my the amount of compliments I’ve received on my hair for YEARS now, once you repent, God really does cast those hair sins as far as the east is from the west. I really should take my knowledge onto the mission field. So many women are hurting follicularly for good reason.
I should also proof read before I hit “submit”. That should read “But judging BY the amount…” and then “so many women are hurting follicularly for NO good reason.
Pride goeth before the fall.
As I was giggling (in a nice way) at your 7th grade picture, my 7 year old son came over to see what was so funny. He looked at your picture and asked who it was. I replied, “Big Mama”. His response, looking straight at me, “So, it’s you” .
Ok, it’s one thing to name yourself Big Mama, but to have your child believe this is a name that fits you, beyond humbling.
I had to get past that ding to my self esteem to read on, but I’m so glad I did. You’ve brought back some wonderful hair memories for me, as we have traveled a very similar road.
Ok-I am loving the hair retrospective. I didn’t have time to read all of the other comments, but I have a feeling I am not the only one who thinks Caroline looks EXACTLY like you! Anxiously awaiting tomorrow!
The last time I was left on the edge of my seat like this was Pioneer Woman and her love story! Now Big Mama and her hair story has me wanting more! I’m certain we are about the same age – I have almost the identical hair and the same ages. The only difference is that I parted down the middle and pulled each side up in barrettes in elementary school. Not just any barrette – I would weave the two matching ribbons through them and tie in a bow at the top. Pink and green were my colors of choice………..
My favorite part of this post was the description of what you were wearing. First of all, you remember? And secondly, I KNOW every one of those outfits you described (we are the same age). Oh, boy do I remember those fashions! And your Dorothy Hamill hair? I think I had that cut for about 5 school pictures. Very tragic and totally my mom’s fault.
That could be my hair timeline as well–starting with my failed attempt at a Dorothy Hamill ‘do.
I seriously think you should change the name of your blog to “Big Mama, The Nazarene.”
I am 29 and will be thirty this September, I think we missed the same hair style generations. I did have some really bad hair styles though I in sixth grade had the shark… You know the hair style that your bangs stood strait up with half a gallon of hairspray and the back was also stick strait… Oh the shame of those pictures.
I lived in the time of the “big-bang” bangs theory! And I completed the look with my flowered-print jeans…oohh la la!
Thanks for brightening my otherwise drab day!
My band director told me the exact same thing in 6th grade! Hence, I was stuck with the clarinet. I wish I’d have stuck to my guns and at least played the saxophone. To this day it is still too painful for me to look at old school yearbook photos, what was I, and my mother for that matter, thinking!
Thanks for the walk in time. So ready for the real thing….
Fun pictures. I too had some of the same hairstyles that you did back in the day. Add ginormous glasses and braces to the fabulous hairstyles and I have some precious, simply precious, memories.
I’m with you, I’m so not a member of the “It’ll-Grow-Back” Club.
Okay, now I’m just sad thinking about Caroline & Sarah having full reign over their own hair someday….actually I kind of can’t wait for the hilarity to ensue!!!! What about the homemade perms from Nanny we used to get every 6 months or so? Or, the “slept overnight with tiny pink foam rollers all over our heads” look? Sweet, sweet memories…
You are too funny! “This is a hairstyle still favored by women who regularly participate in tractor pulls and monster truck races.” You are so right. But I never would have thought of that!
I just love this! I think I’m about 10 years older than you but went through these same styles; except the Farrah Fawcett was in about 11th grade for us, with disastrous results. Thanks for putting it all out there!
I love it! How it brings back some memories lodged wayyyyyyyyy back in my mind! I must say that I am new to this blogging thing but I am so enjoying yours. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s commentary!
Isn’t it amazing the world of difference between a little girl in 6th grade and a teenager in the 7th? I see this all the time. By the time they get to grade 10–look out. Great pics. I’m sure you’ve inspired people to look deeply into their own tragic roots to analyze why they swerve away from salons today. I have done some serious damage cutting on my own hair, but none so horrendous as the experts have done. Fun post.
Was so delighted at Lisa T’s big announcement yesterday on her OH MY STARS post that you are coming to her June conference. That so made me want to go. In fact, I’m thinking about it for that very reason as I don’t know much about her ministry or writing conferences but it intrigued me. I’d so sign up for your workshop! You have such wit and wisdom and a winsome personality to go with it! Maybe, I just might see you there! Bev
I stumbled upon your page through some fellow blogger friends. Oh my, this was hilarious! You are a fabulous writer–please tell me your published!
Funny stuff…and sorry to tell you, but my four year old looked at your age 7 picture and asked, “What’s his name, Mommy?” Oh but I have a 7th grade picture to match that one! I was frequently referred to as “him” in 7th grade. Ouch. Just what a junior high girl’s self esteem needs.
Love the hair retrospective!!!
New to the blog…I grew up in the same decades and the hair is a global phenonmenon! I looked just like that! HAIR-larious!
You don’t know how excited I was about this! I wasn’t destined to have bangs either, thanks to “naturally curly hair” as the little girl on Charlie Brown would always say.
I’m anxiously waiting Part 2!
aaaaaaah – you are so leaving us hanging here…… hanging by a hair, dare i say? bwahhhhahahaha
Look forward to the next installment!
Beth (bad-haired mommy to a darling 4-year old)
No store selling children’s apparel should be named Weiners because the bad juvenille jokes, there are just too many.
This is AWESOME! It made my day! It is nice to know we all suffered through the same bad hair years. Not only did I have bad hair but I also was blessed with some mighty big teeth. To this day my family still refers to my 5th grade picture as “the beaver in a dress”. Nice.
Ok, first off, how DARE you leave us hanging like this!
Secondly, your little Caroline looks JUST LIKE YOU!!!!!!
Riveting. Absolutely riveting.
Every momma of a bald baby is envying your baby pictures right now. The pridst didn’t need to bless your hair, God saw to it in the womb!
~C
I’ve read your blog from the first day I decided to get one of my own. I have no idea why I haven’t posted until today . . . but if today is the day, so be it. This was a great post! Hilarious. I would never have the courage to do what you are doing. I can’t wait until tomorrow!!!
I love your hair time line! LOve it!
OK, me again, I had to read again for a good laugh. You are such inspiration. I may have to dig up my old roots (scary) It continues to be an issue….
We must be abou tth esame age becasue I think we shared hairstyles. I guess that is why I found it to be so funny.
Hey, this blog is good. It will save you money for a therapist for the trauma and suffering you have endured. LOL!
Funny post! I just found your blog through another one of your readers.
ahhhh….Aqua Net. I am still trying to get that stuff out of my hair 17 years later!! ha..ha..ha..
I had the long straight hair with the big POOF in the front…it looked like I ran into a wall!