But there's my hair. What on earth am I going to do with my hair? It's one of those decisions that gets made for you if you choose not to make it. If I do not choose to cut it, it grows longer and looks scraggly. If I do not choose to color it, my roots, which are made up of a lovely mousy brown color mixed with a healthy amount of premature gray, begin to show through. My hair has a mind of its own. Left to it's own devices, it will turn me into a frizzy, gray mess. And so here I am. I am needing to make a decision soon. My original thought was that I would grow out my hair really long one last time before I got too old for it. But alas, I may already be too old for it. My hair is barely long enough to really be called "long", and I am already dreaming of cutting it off. Girls measure long hair by where it falls in relationship to the bra strap, and it's barely there. (Is it okay to mention a bra strap in a blog? Those of you who are in-the-know, please advise) But my long hair is getting to me. It's hard to manage, and it takes forever to fix. If I don't take the time to straighten it, it just ends up being a dry, frizzy mess.
So, I have been looking, scouring the internet for photographs of fabulous hair, hoping that I will find the perfect haircut and hair color to make me look 10 pounds lighter and 6 years younger (to match my husband's age, of course). It needs to be low maintenance and completely flattering. And so I search. I Google. And I imagine my face in place of a model's. And I show my husband and ask his opinion. And he says that he has a hard time imagining what certain hairstyles would look like on me when they are a different color or on a different face.
Yesterday I decided to go through past hairstyles and make a little folder of photographs of pictures of me where I actually liked my hair. Let me tell you that the results were quite disappointing. The folder is very, very small. Apparently, I never have cute hair. Or at least I have not had hairstyles that I would like to revisit. They may have been fine at one point, but they are no longer fine. And so, in honor of my years of hair cuts, colors, and perms, I am going to take you on a walk down memory lane.
Baby Julie 1977
Feathery baby hair
Maybe my mother cut this herself?
Honestly, I am including this picture because I am sitting in a folding chair in the back of a van. Apparently, child safety was not an issue in 1979. I am sporting an amazing bun, though.
This was the beginning of the side part/barrette stage that lasted a good 6 years. I think I started wearing shirts after 1980, too.
Still wearing the side part/barrette combo.
The poodle mullet
The relaxed mullet
The winged mullet
These are my bangs and you can't convince me that I will ever regret them.
I finally discovered hot rollers
Face has been blurred to protect the innocent, but seriously, we both had some hair issues here. We both loved us some hairspray.
"The Rachel" with a big Texas hair twist
The bob that stayed in one form or another for about 5 years
The long hair I was trying to go for this time around
Finally got the nerve to cut it off
A little longer
Julie 2009 (Part 2)
A little shorter and darker
And longer and redder with bangs
And now back to longer
And so I have no idea what I will do next. I am not into extreme changes when it comes to hair. Some women can make extreme changes to their hair and still be beautiful. Not me. No way. I like safe hairstyles. And ones that require little to no maintenance. So if you have any ideas, I am taking suggestions. If I choose to go with your suggestion, I will give you something fabulous. Like a Garfield poster.