Forty four years ago today I was born and still I have yet to experienced a respectable hair cut. My hair goes from fine, flat and straight as in this photo to especially wonky with those permanent waves I endured during the 1980's big hair days.
As my daughters and I were going through a few of our photo albums last night, I allowed them to pick out goofy photos of me to put on my blog. My youngest was horrified as she saw a photo of me at a 'Supertramp' concert in France.
"Mom has a mullet. You had a mullet. Look, Mom had a mullet. Oh my god, I can't believe you had a mullet." She kept saying this over and over all evening as if the idea was so unfathomable she just couldn't get her mind wrapped around it.
My eldest thought my attempt at a 'Bob' was particularly unflattering. "The angle of the photo doesn't do the ugliness of the haircut justice," she said as she took out a photo of me putting lipstick upon her.
Frankly, I don't think my hair looked so bad in the photo above taken when I was 5 year old. But I'm curious as to the rationale of posing me next to the trash can. Mom, did it go through your mind that the trash can was looking particularly lovely that day so you said to Dad?
"Honey, the trash can is in full bloom today. Why don't you take Re Re out back and take her photo beside it."
You can tell by my expression I was thrilled with having my photo taken beside the trash can.
Anyway, I reckon being 44 makes me feel just fine with showing the internet what is most certainly my crown, but not so much my glory. Ehhh. Click on the continuation if you want.
Here I am in 1983 on ASU's Sanford Mall in front of the dining hall.
"Mom has a 'fro," said my horrified youngest daughter.
I'm the joke of the neighborhood as I sported a mullet at the 'Supertramp' concert in France. Actually, I had my big hair pinned back in this photo so it is a faux mullet. Sshhh. Don't tell my daughter though. She's convinced it is the real thing and I'm enjoying her walking around in shame.
And last but not least, here is a photo of me in that dreadful 'Bob.'
