I'm a product of the 80s and 90s. Although I never had Farrah Faucet hair, I'm ashamed to admit I have been closely acquainted with other less than savory hair styles. I was going to share some great stories about the haircuts in our family but I think a picture is worth atleast a thousand words. So here's a few thousand words for you...
Meet Mi Madre. Mastermind of all our haircuts, designer of many of our clothes. She was an amazing seamstress and cut hair too.
Wendi, Heather, Me. About 1981. I remember the yellow dress.
Ryan in the back, Wendi, Adam, Garen, Heather, Me in the front. We all have the same bangs, but Mom grew Adam's hair out a little because it was curly. I also have a mullet.
Wendi, Ryan, Heather and me in 1979. I loved having dresses like the big girls.
Dad's graduation, 1985. Everyone looks angry because we just sat through 5 hours of graduation. The pink velour shirt was my favorite one that year.
Me in 2nd grade. A feathered mullet. This shirt had ribbons down the side and it was my favorite one that school year.
4rd grade. I like my bangs. I look like Garen.
Worst/Best picture. EVER. 7th grade. I'm growing out a mullet that my mom gave me 6 months earlier. I cut my bangs for the first time - obviously too short, so I told all my friends in school that Heather did it. To make it worse, I still ratted up my bangs and the back of my mullet as high as I could. Oy.
For more hair stories, go to http://randrj2.blogspot.com/ and http://dreamawaysweetcharade.blogspot.com/. You'll have to ask to be invited to the second one, but Gina will probably invite you.