This is my life in hair...
In case you were wondering, I have “hair issues.”  Hair dressers always love my hair, because, much like a topiary, it can be endlessly clipped into funky shapes…but does anyone really want a topiary on top of their head?!  I have enough hair for several people, which doesn’t really seem fair since so many people have so little.  The hair fairy triply blessed me while the boob fairy passed me by, sigh; maybe she was tired of waiting for her turn.  As a child, my mother would spend hours brushing my frizzy hair into submission, only to take me out into public to be admonished by nosy strangers who rudely commented… “Don’t you ever brush her hair?”  To this day, the mere thought of the smell of “Dippity Do” sends shivers down my spine.  My first foray into truly bad hair was my kindergarten pixie cut, I can’t blame my Mom, what could else could she do?   After that followed years of unfortunate hair cuts, worm hair perms, kooky dye jobs, big hair, wig hair, feathered hair, wedged hair, flat tops, bobs, shags, pompadours, high lights, low lights, Japanese hair straightening nightmares...oh I have seen it all.  I have dyed my hair every color imaginable, and a few that even I could not have imagined.  In case you are wondering, yes, these are all photographs of me.  I have reinvented myself more times than Madonna.  (Many thanks to Sally Beauty Supply!)  Here is a gallery of the best and the worst of my dos…
grab some popcorn and a soda and get ready for some good squeaky clean hair fun...