A Study in Hair
Sunday, November 11, 2001 - continued
Prom, 1989
Hee. Prom!
And the perm is still there. As well as the mall bangs. I was a hottie. Really. I was.
Of course, about this time, I discovered what the combination of a perm and hot rollers could do. And so, for my senior portrait, I had poofy, permy hair (as well as electric blue mascara, but we won't talk about that right now).
Senior Portrait, 1990
Wow. It truly does look like I'm preparing for my time in the south. Southern-belle hair, here I come.
And if you haven't spent any significant time in the South, you may not know what I mean. Just trust me, there is a hell of a lot of big hair south of the Mason Dixson line. And after spending four years in Kentucky for college, even I became infected.
The start of it can be seen here.
Spring, 1991
Goodness. This picture makes me laugh. James and I had just started dating (and look how much hair he had!). And then there's my frizzy 80's bob complete with dangly earrings and baggy, rolled-up-sleeved t-shirt. Yeah, umm... I don't think anyone had told me it was 1991 yet.
But it gets worse.
Fall, 1992
As my hair started to grow and the perm grew with it. This rocket of hair just seems to get larger and larger.... (could you fit another head between me and my stepdad?)
Spring 1993
And here it peaks. Literally. I'd spent all morning perfecting that mane for James' graduation -- complete with bobby pins, hot rollers and Aussie Spray (I did leavee my Aqua Net back in the 80s).
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