Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Uh oh... I've just run dry of things to write about and the only thing I've done recently is cut my hair. It's pretty much the shortest I've ever done. Art walked in the bathroom, looked at my head, looked at the hair strewn floor and opened his eyes wide. All he said was, "Whoa."

So I thought I'd reminisce about the hairstyles I've worn throughout my life.


Here I am with my mother in 1949. I was about four months old having been born two months premature. I wore my hair very short back then.


In 1955, my mother was giving me my hair cuts. They were in what was called the chawan (bowl) style because it looked like somebody just stuck a bowl on your head and cut around it. She cut my brother, Dennis' hair too.


In 1969, I was a college student cutting my own hair and shoulder length was easy to do. I had my first perm as a teenager but I refuse to show you those photos.


My hair was probably longest when I met Art. We were married in 1973.


Once Tiffany was born, long hair was a bother so I cut them off again.


I returned to teaching in the 80s and wobbled between the shorter shoulder length...


and shorter.


So here I am now, back to the hairstyle I was born with.

POSTSCRIPT:


I just thought of something funny. In a turn-about, I'm now cutting my mother's hair, not to mention Art's.