Friday, August 08, 2008

It Starts With A Mullet

The first picture was taken in August before I started sixth grade.  I hadn’t yet started making the decisions where my hair was concerned, which is why I so obviously needed a haircut.  As was evident in the class photos that I posted a while ago, I always needed a trim. 

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I started to exert some control and insisted that a perm was exactly waht I needed.  Not a haircut, no, just add some curl to that mullet!

Please remember that my glasses were extremely stylish at the time.  They are very brown and very big, but my aunt’s boyfriend, the raddest guy I knew, had a pair just like them.  He was in high school and popular.  He knew what was cool.  I have no one to blame for the sweater vest or the gold zipper-pull necklace.  The only thing that could improve that outfit would be white suspenders worn OVER the sweater vest.  I know because it was my favorite outfit at the time.  Nothing makes a sweater vest more attractive than tucking it into your jeans so that you can clip your white suspenders to them.

I actually like this picture.  The big lace bow and flourescent pink sweatshirt make me happy and I will not apologize for that.

Fast forward to my freshman year in high school.  The glasses are the same, but different.  They are now made of clear plastic, just like the Swatch on my wrist.  Clear plastic is awesome.  I have discovered the beauty of the hairspray and curling iron combo.

Sophmore year, we are a very different squad.  We have abandoned the sweaters and Cheerleader brand shoes.  We have personalized our look and I still think it was the right thing to do.  What was not OK was the next big perm.  I was growing out my bangs and had moved away from the big bangs.  I was a couple of months from cutting the back off and entering the years of The Wedge that helped me express my angst.

I was in a hurry this morning and could not find a very good picture of The Wedge.  I am wearing a necklace as a headband in this picture (of course), so you don’t get the hair-in-my-face effect, but I think that my cousin’s gigantic hair is hilarious, so I couldn’t resist.