So, here goes...I thought I was so cool when I decided to get a perm and really go after that "big hair" look.And if you have never seen my hair, you are probably thinking that this is no big deal, because back in the 80’s and early 90’s everyone permed their hair.
But let me give you a visual , to give you a little perspective. This is my hair now, without a perm, without trying to make it big, with just the curls that God gave me:
And to really drive it home, take a look at me back then, BEFORE THE PERM, after blowing my hair dry upside down, teasing it, spraying it etc.
The last thing I needed in that mop top was MORE body.
It is interesting to note that I couldn't find any post-perm pictures...probably because my post-perm hair was too big to fit into a picture....in fact, my post perm hair was too big to fit into most doors.
Believe it or not, it got worse.
Because in addition to deciding that my hair wasn't curly enough, I also decided that it wasn't dark enough. Take another look at that picture. That's my hair pre-color--the shade I thought WASN'T DARK ENOUGH.
So I went to the salon, got a perm and then a few days later went backand had it dyed it a shade that was supposed to be "chocolate" but is best described as "midnight-in-the-middle-of-a-black-hole."
It was NOT attractive.
And even though I was super cool, and all "I know I look good" I still could hear a tiny little voice in my head suggesting that perhaps it was a touch, shall we say, dramatic against my fair Irish skin. A voice that got louder when I saw the horrified look on my mom's face.
"I think it's a little dark," I said. "The beautician told me not to wash it for a couple of days, so the color will set. I think I'll go ahead and wash it tomorrow."
"Honey," my mom said gently, "wash it NOW."
Pretty sure I thought I was cool...but my mom was actually the cool one.To read about all the other cool kids this week, please click on the link below: