How perfect that I just start reading Moosh In Indy with this very funny post that won her some serious moola! Now, she has partnered with the lovely and talented Whoorl to make the world a better place with pretty hair. I’ve been reading Whoorl for awhile (and of course am now reading Hair Thursday as well) and I know need some serious help but she’s got like a billion people in waiting…what’s a girl to do? How about post my entire hair history for the world to see in hopes of winning a fabulous, Whoorl-selected and Moosh-funded hair make-over? Here goes…
I have THICK, straight hair. It is so thick and unruly my mom kept it short so I rocked the Dorothoy Hamill cut from about birth to 7th or 8th grade when I started caring about my hair.
During that time my mom sometimes experimented with perms – home perms (how I loathed you, Toni!) and in my thick, curl-resistant hair they lasted about a month. I can’t even tell you how many times I sat in a kitchen chair while my mom tightly rolled all my massive amounts of hair on dozens of rollers so I could sit with stinky chemicals on hair and my head rapped in a plastic bag. It’s amazing I have any hair left after the punishment I put it through.
gotta love the mullet
In middle school I thought a “professional perm” would last longer so I saved my babysitting money for months to get a salon perm and I thought I looked RAD. Let’s not talk about the chemical burns I got on my forehead and scalp – they were healed by time I posed for this:
Then the 1990’s and high school came a long and as a two-sport athlete hair just got in the way. I hated styling it since it never held (my curing iron was covered in purple Aussie hairspray residue) and it was so thick I was always hot. My thick, heavy hair laughed at ponytail holders and broke free most days. So, I ended up with basically a Dorthoy Hamill cut again, but this time with an at-home-dye-job:
note how the eyebrows don’t even remotely match the hair
College came and I was every color in the book: I tried black with a bleached streak in the front which looked like a skunk when pulled back into the almost daily ponytail. It was super-short, shoulder length, middle of the back long; bobs, straight cuts, bangs, no bangs. From kool-aid dye jobs and manic-panic to double process salon coloring, basically I tried it all:
The belt, the bangs, the blond, Oh my!
hungover and home for Easter – could my eyes look any glassier?
Ahh, keg parties – how I don’t miss you!
here I am posing with my Grandpa the Senator (on the right) and the State Auditor, I have a turtleneck on because I had HICKEYS all over my neck – I was mortified!
Again with the dark eyebrows and light hair – how did I not notice this?
I remember thinking I was sooo cute when this was taken
me and my wonderful hubby in Vancouver on what would be the trip when we got engaged – just days after college graduation (circa 1999)
one year later on our wedding day
After college I went through some crazy hair – a lot o f very bad, very short cuts. Then I would start to grow it out and get sick of it and cut it off again.
I grew the back out to the flippy style that was popular in about 2001-02
ugh! bad, bad hair!
Once again on the long road to a grow-out (2005)
I usually come back to a bob of some sort. Lengths vary, but I haven’t had bangs in years, I kind of want them but haven’t yet make that leap. What I do know is that my hair takes close to an hour to dry with a hairdryer, so I try to wash it at night; this usually backfires as I try to sleep in the next morning and leave precious little time to do any styling. It doesn’t hold a curl so I don’t even try anymore. I spent nearly an hour executing the perfect Whoorl Curl only to have it fall straight within 2 hours – sob!!! The times I really make an effort are in the weeks post-cut when I’m excited about my new ‘do – I’ll even straight iron in the mornings!
These are before and after pictures from last summer when I had 10 inches lopped off for Locks of Love. I loved the shorter cut and it’s about as close to a good hair day I’ve had in the recent past, but it’s still the same old cut I always return to. I also really like my hair in this family picture from last summer, pre-haircut, but it hardly ever looked that that. I remember spending about 1 1/2 hours getting it to that look.
(family photo by the awesomely talented Ron Cowie)
This is me on a typical day…right now it’s just below my shoulders, air dried with very little styling. Usually by noon it’s in a low ponytail because I can’t stand it on my neck. I keep a pack of super-duty XL ponytail holders in my desk for this purpose: