Growing up my hair seemed to jump between bad to worse.
When I see these pictures I wonder the depth of love my mom really had for me. Or maybe she just loved me so much she saw past the bad hair and thought I looked beautiful through her mommy eyes. All I know is those were SCHOOL PICTURES! UGH!
My sister, Evelynne, always had good hair. Her school pictures do not reflect the same bad hairdo's year after year like mine do.
Then in college I decided to go long...and I mean long. I still had the perm.
But my sister loved me enough to tell me the truth and she took matters into her hands.
As the years have gone on, I have tried a few trendy styles...like the Rachel. Which was HIDEOUS on me! I can't find a picture that does that one justice...
Here are a couple of pictures that documented a time when I actually like my hair.
(Hey Liz and Randi, you know who that is I'm hangin on don't you...? Yup that would be Bongo Bri from Guster.)
But unfortunately the combination of climate, hormones and that darn gene means those hairstyles didn't stay cute for long. So over the years I have managed to collect a few hats...
When I got married I played around with some different hairstyles. I wanted something fun and more special. As you can see, I ended up with plain old boring pulled back hair.
Sometime after Maya was born I decided to go shorter. And so this has been my signature hair cut for the past few years.
Well my hair stylist has been bugging me for three years to go short...and I mean short. I couldn't do it. This was how short I would go.
Then this week I decided..."to heck with my hair!" And I chopped it all off...and I mean ALL.
At first I liked it because my stylist put in her magic products and fixed it all cute.
Then the next day came when I had to fix it myself. I had second thoughts.
But today I think it is growing on me.
*Oh and just a thought....don't make drastic hair decisions when you are in the middle of a crisis! Doesn't always make for the best judgement...