Do you need a good laugh today? Well look no further!
Yup, that’s me in all of my 70’s glory. I know, I know… You don’t have to tell me… I’m stylin’! lol
That haircut is called a Dorothy Hamill pixie cut, and it looks suspiciously similar to the way I used to have my son’s hair done. I know that I was not the only poor girl out there who had this hairdo foisted on them as a child, and I know that, like me, all of those girls now refuse to have their hair cut any shorter than their shoulders. In fact, Dorothy Hamill is single-handedly responsible for an entire generation of women who have a fear of short hair cuts (properly known as Tonsurephobia). She deserves a medal… Oh wait, she already has one.
Now, how about that orange leisure suit? You want one, don’t you? There’s nothing like a soothing palette of colors from the seventies… Harvest gold, burnt orange, and, oh yes… Puke green. I’m not sure if that’s a shirt or the upholstery fabric from my mom’s couch. And what is with the gigantic collar? I was in danger of suffocating if a stiff breeze blew one of those flaps in my face. If that style comes back into vogue they’ll have to put warning labels on them like they do on plastic bags. “Warning, this collar presents a suffocation hazard to animals and small children. This is not a toy, do not allow children to wear unless closely supervised by an adult.”
Last but not least, check out my teeth. You’ll be happy to know that in later years they got even worse. Not only where they huge, but I also developed a wicked overbite. By the time I was twelve I could eat an apple through a fence. It’s ok though, it was nothing that gnawing down a couple trees (and a few thousand dollars in orthodontics) wouldn’t fix.
So why am I putting up this picture for public ridicule you ask? Well, you see, I got my hair done yesterday, and the completed ‘do had my children pulling out this picture for comparison.
No, I didn’t get the pixie cut. :Þ
When I was in my early twenties and started having children, a weird and awful thing happened to me. My hair started changing… Drastically! I lost the strawberry blonde color and it turned brown with a slight red tint. It also went from straight to really, really curly. I used to spend money on perms and hours in the bathroom curling my hair, and now I spend money on dye jobs and hours in the bathroom (ok, twenty minutes tops) ironing my hair flat. It’s not fair, why can’t my hair ever be in style as is?
I’ve been accused of dying my hair to cover up the grey (yes, I have some), but the truth is I don’t. I started dying my hair long before any grey showed up. I do it to bring back the red that I lost with each pregnancy. I’m vain that way, and I got tired of people asking where Alexi’s red hair came from.
Over the winter I had it dyed a dark auburn with blonde highlights and bright red lowlights.
Yesterday I decided to do something different for spring though. I had all of the color stripped out (that was fun, my eyes still burn and my scalp will never be the same), and I went lighter. I told Karen, my awesome stylist, to take me back to my childhood (minus the pixie cut) and make me a strawberry blonde again.
So she did…
That’s my color now, and it’s remarkably similar to the color it was back in the second grade. Jenna even dragged out the lovely picture above to critique Karen’s work. The verdict? She did good!
I’m really happy with it, but I get confused every time I look in the mirror. I wonder how long it will take before I get used to it. lol