A couple of weeks ago I wrote a list of 22 things I had done.
One of those 22 things included a mushroom cut and perm AT. THE. SAME. TIME.
Many of my readers had no idea what that was.
I am appalled.
Also, several left delicious comments on my blog asking for pictures to prove this hair disaster.
Well I can’t just deliver the goods without some explanation…
I had long flowing, gorgeous hair for years. It was beautiful.
But I needed a change and I had a vision in my head of that change – the perfect bob just like my classmate who had thick brown locks, curling under perfectly at her jaw bone giving her face a round glow.
I longed to have her bouncing mane, even at the young age of 11.
So, after asking my mother, we were off to the salon to have my long tresses chopped. I sat nervously in the chair while my hairdresser hacked away… and away… and away…
Too much. TOO. MUCH.
I have written previously about the bad haircut.
I lived with it for a few months, wore hats, and my dog.
And then convinced my mother that I needed a perm, it was the only answer to the bad haircut and would solve the irreversible damage created by the eager scissors.
It was 1992.
Cut me some slack.
Off we went to the salon… again.
The mushroom cut perm.
There are no words.