trip down hairy memory lane

My man loves to tease me about my "big Hair" days. I'll say something like, "one time in high school this girl said to me...." and he will always reply "You mean back when you had big hair?" Ha Ha he always thinks he is funny, but it's the sad truth. (But he was the one with the mullet!) Anyways. I was at my parents house tonight looking at the family historical wall of pictures. I realized my hair had its own sad story to tell.

Here I start out cute and normal and sandy blonde. Note: no curls

Still straight hair. By this point I was seeing the last of the blonde highlights. They never returned. I am sporting super cute home made barrettes. Too bad you can't really see them. By the way, I felt like a princess in that dress.

Okay so now I am the one with the mullet. Wow, I look really bad. Lace panty hose and all. I used the ever popular curling brush to create that masterpiece.
Right after that picture was taken, I hit puberty. I cut my hair all off and this is what happened. It made it's own fro. I blame it on the hormones. (This picture was taken actually 3 years after I chopped it off. I still had no clue how to handle the beast) ( I really need a tan)


Nice big hair for high school. I was still trying to get the bangs thing worked out. Finally by the time I graduated I gave up and started growing them out. I went through a phase where I hated my curly hair. I would blow dry it till it was frizzy then I 'd lean over an ironing board and iron it straight. That is how desperate I was to get rid of it. It looked horrible.
Check out my swatch. I thought I was so cool.

This is me in the now. Still crazy hair. The wind helped for this picture. I have accepted it curly. I don't straighten it that often any more. With each kid and the added hormones during the pregnancies, the curl would get tighter or more relaxed. Funny how that happens. Maybe when I hit menopause it will go straight.