Throughout the course of many of my friendships, I’ve often shared that my hair is a major source of STRUGGLE in my life. And by struggle, I mean TOTAL PAIN. I’m about to take you through a journey, a journey of hairstyles, friends, in order to gain your sympathies and also pacify many of the cries for MULLET SHOTS that I’ve had from friends. Without further adieu:
Here I am, just a wee baby, with my two favorite people. I believe this is Easter, so I am nearly one years old.
Cute, right? Far too young to be affected by something so traumatic as HAIR.
Here I am, approximately age 4, “fishing” on my grandparents driveway in Arizona. Notice the lovely blonde locks, but also a frightening turn towards Mullet Land. Not quite there…but well on our way. It should also be noted that this is the first and last picture of me in my underwear that will EVER appear on the internet. Trust me.
Man, I loved that sweatshirt. Pink, with white puffy elephants on it. Plus? My mom had the same one. But let’s focus on the hair: definitely looking a little more “business in the front.” I think we’re there, folks.
Being an April baby, I often share a birthday with Easter, and judging by my adorable jelly bean cake (by the way, is my mom not the most creative EVER for making that?!) I’d say it was close to it. But the hair? Ohmygoodness. I believe this was about third grade. For the record, this would be in about 1991…waaayyy past mullet coolness.
What’s up, BANGS?! This is just wrong for many, many reasons, namely my silky shirt over shorts, but this is what I like to call my Mishapen Mullet. It’s not exactly a mullet, but it’s also far from what most people consider normal hair. This is middle school, so I feel totally justified in being in this awkward phase. But really? YIKES.
Ahhh, first year of college. During my senior year of high school, I cut my hair off, super short. This is when I entered the awkward “growing out stage” where I sort of didn’t know what was going on. I like this photo because I am skinny, also, I am in Disneyland…who can be grumpy at Disneyland? MARY POPPINS, that’s who. I waited for my photo with her (Mary Poppins is one of my favorite Disney movies) and when she was chasing around kids, she was saying things like “spit spot!” and being in character. When I got up there, she dropped the accent and said, “Really? You want a picture.” Yes, yes I did.
So, friends, this is the story of my hair. Sad, but true. Curious about what my hair looks like now?! Check out my About Me page or this photo here. It’s a little longer now, but it’s most definitely not a mullet. THANK GOODNESS.