Flashback Friday - Hair of the Times

My childhood was the best of times. And it was the hairiest of times.

In the beginning there wasn't much hair. A little fuzz, if you will. It didn't help to have my head shaved, as an infant, to have iv's stuck into my skull. I was ill as a wee babe and the doctor's suspected I had Cystic Fibrosis. It turned out to be a urinary tract infection.

How come my chub and rolls aren't as cute, now?

By the time I was 2 years old, the famous Olympic Ice Skater, Dorothy Hamill's hair, had made a strong impression on multitudes of wanna-be's. Apparently my mom followed suit.

Ages 2 1/2 and 3 begun the years of growing out my hair. My mom must have been too busy to curl my bangs.

1979 began the Saturday night ritual of bath time, then having my mom inflicting the unnecessary pain of PLASTIC CURLERS! Oh the humanity! Unfortunately, my sisters and I, were not blessed with curl-able hair and we had to sleep in hard, extremely, uncomfortable curlers every Saturday night. The soft, pinky, foam curlers just would not do the trick.

"Would you like some wine with that CHEESE?"

Yikes!

Check out the Olan Mills background!

One of my favorite tv shows, growing up, was Little House On The Prairie. Although I despised the evil Nellie Olsen, I was secretly envious of her golden ringlets.

It's a miracle! I have a twin!

After years of my mom having to enduring my screaming fits, while trying to comb through my tangles, she decided to have my hair chopped off. Thus ending in total hair-do disaster.

It must have been a rough night, the previous night. I probably partied too hard. This was also my first attempt of using a curling iron. Good grief.

After a couple of years of practice, my curling iron skills had improved significantly. But to my dismay, I chose to sport a glamorized mullet. The now, highly favored hair-stlyings of lesbians. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Eighth grade was a turning point for me. I waved "good riddance" to the mullet and grew out my sides. I had yet to learn my "mad skillz" of applying blue and pink mascara and my eyebrows were in a deep need of a good tweezing.

Ninth grade I discovered turquoise eyeshadow. Horrifying. My bangs were also, slowly creeping upwards, to the heavens. And so it began the hours spent of curling EVERY SINGLE HAIR, in the spiral fashion, ratting, and coating my do with a layer of polyurethane-like hairspray.

My sophomore year has to document my worst hair-do EVER! I decided to experiment with color this year and even attempted to become a bleach blonde by applying actual BLEACH to my hair. Yup, I was an idiot. As result of my experiment, I lost chunks of hair.

During Thanksgiving break, our family visited family in Idaho. My Aunt Janet offered to frost my hair. She asked me if I wanted it "light" and I agreed, excitedly. Little did I know "light" meant all previous hair color to no longer exist. And just to let you all know, I LOVED it!

My sophomore year I also began to wear foundation on my face...and my lips. (unknowingly) I believe a little blush and lip gloss would've been beneficial to me. Eeeeek!

This is my learners permit from my junior year. My bangs were the epitome of trendy fashion. It only took two hours to accomplish.

See those lovely blonde highlights? Those are leftovers from my frosted do, from the year before!!!!!

A strange phenomenon...my head shrunk.

Looking through pictures of the past, there are many times when I cringe with horror from the various hair styles I wore. But it is comforting to know that I was not the only one.

Now it's YOUR turn! I would love to see your best, or worst, do's. If you have a blog, it would make my day, no my year, if you would each post a picture or two of your favorite mullets, perms, or shags!