Never knew you all were so easily amused. Glad since I have nothing much to report on current events I can at least supply humor through a sprinkling of self-humiliation. For the sake of humor, I suppose that is a sacrifice I am willing to make. (I have no shame.)
Thus, I am pleased to unveil MORE Bad Hair for your amusement. I’ll never forget the “home perm.” I think I had two, the second being the disaster. I’m guessing the home perm happened in part because it was the 80′s and we all were trying to achieve big hair, no matter our age, and it was due in large part to my mother being bored one day and thinking to herself “Self, I need a project. Hmmm… let’s see, I think my daughter could use a new look!” So she tromped out to the drugstore for the box o’ chemicals and swung by the library and to borrow the “The Parent Trap” with Hayley Mills on VHS (because it is a little known fact that the amount of time it takes to roll and process a home perm is precisely and exactly the same rolling time from start to finish for this movie.) Fact. I should know. We did it… twice.
Not too bad, I suppose for a home perm. But the bangs are straight and the brows need a prunin’. (Notice I haven’t mentioned the mouth full of metal? Not going to either.) Aww, I think I had just gotten my ears pierced. Sweet.
Lord help us. Nice swatch, Spazz, it matches nicely with the dynamic black and white mini blinds in the background. I think this was the phase where I tried to defy gravity with my bangs but remained unsuccessful due to my lack of skill with a curling iron and heavy, floppy, hairspray-resistent folicles. Is it the photo, or do I actually have sideburns here? On the upside, there do appear to be two seperate brows here, so I may have been formally introduced to tweezers (but not yet a trained tweezer samurai.) I am not certain, but this may be the most awkward photo I have seen of myself without my cokebottle glasses. Oh braces, lovely, lovely braces. Themost unfortunate form of torture to a preteen. I already looked ridiculous! How could it possibly get any worse?
Aaaaaaah. Add a dance number. (And 5,6,7,8!)
Everything is better with glitter. Everything.
Have a lovely weekend folks.
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