The decades have been as follows:
The Sixties:
From age 3-12: My sisters and I had pageboy haircuts, courtesy of my mom. Our bangs were always a little crooked, and we were not allowed to have long hair (too much work said mom).
The Seventies:
From age 13-22: I stood my ground and was able to grow my hair. It grew, and grew and grew. I could sit on it, I put flowers in it, I wore peasant headscarves, I peeked through curtains of golden tresses. I loved my long hair, I looked like Julie in the Mod Squad.
My mom didn't like it so much, and suggested I cut it, like Dorothy Hamill. I did. I still have the long honey colored braid in my "treasure box".
By the way, as soon as I cut my hair, Farah Fawcett put on that red bathing suit. Silly me!
The Eighties:
From age 23-32: Wow how I wish we could forget that one!
Important: Also I remember going to Duane Reade in New York City to buy my first can of this amazing, revolutionary product called "Styling Mousse", and hair conditioner!
The following is a list of hair blunders, and I think I made most of those:
Very tight perm (twice)
The Flashdance mop
Madonna's coiffure
The scary spikey do
The weird Grace Jones look
From age 33-42: So there I was with 3 kids, and not much time for beauty treatments. My hair was getting darker, and I decided to get some highlights. My hair was short, manageable and boring. I wasn't really adventurous, and so my hair was quite basic.
200-2010
43 to 52: I have had a lot of fun with playing with my hair: perms, highlights, bleached blond, short and black... I decided in 2009 to stop coloring. It was a challenge at first, but I am starting to get used to it!!
I am letting it grow out against my mom's advice: she believes anyone with silver hair longer than 2 inches looks like a witch. We'll see!!
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