I Had Me Some Big Hair

A challenge has been issued by Jay over at the Disco Mermaids. A throw down, really. You game? Yes? Good! Dig up your senior picture, post it on your blog, and comment over at the Mermaids directing all to your lovely photo.

I'm playing. Even though it is causing me to have a serious Cringe Moment, because, WOW, did we (I mean, I) really think hair this big (see below) looked good. Really?

Look at that! My bangs MUST be 4 inches tall. Don't you think?

Isn't it funny what looking back at a photo, as old as it is, can bring back? I totally remember those jeans, that sweater, and just the visual of my dark hair brings me right back to that time and a certain specific memory.

Want to hear a high school story...about moi?

This may not seem like a big deal, but it soooo was! I mean, I was in high school.

All right. It's senior year. Spring. Lots is happening. It's an exciting time. Tolo (the girl-ask-boy dance) is just around the corner. I decide I want to get highlights for the first time ever. I convince my parents it's a good idea. I make an appointment at a cool, hip place in the city. I drive myself there, get foils (which I think is going to add some natural highlights to my color), BUT the girl highlighted AND colored me. What color you might ask? Uh...it was red. RED! What do you do when someone takes a towel off your head and your hair is red and you didn't expect it to be that color and you've got a dance the next day and you've got senior portraits the next week? I'll tell you what you do (if you're me)! You pretend like your happy, pay the lady, get in your car, continually peek in the review mirror trying to decide if it truly is red, and attempt to figure out if maybe, just maybe, you could like it. But instead you cry all the way home, you get to your house, run to the bathroom, stick your head under the facet in the tub and scrub and scrub and scrub. Oh, yah! And cry some more. DEVASTATING!

My mom felt so, so bad. She immediately lined up an emergency appointment at another salon where they tried to match my hair color to my natural, which really isn't possible. Of course it was far darker. Way darker, actually.

See what one picture brings on! Phew.

What's your story? I want to know. Come on, come on! Post your senior picture. I promise I won't laugh (no, my fingers aren't crossed behind my back).