I have a love / hate relationship with my hair and I always have.

There have been years when I really didn’t care much about it and just let it grow wild like weeds and years when I fought back against the unruly mess of curls that pours out of my scalp relentlessly at a rate of speed that defies any sense of possible hair follicle production. Since I like themes, this throwback is about the mop on my head that is…my hair.

When I was born I had black hair but by the time I was three, it was long, smooth and very blond. Awww…right?

I’d say about four or five years old here and I was rocking the pony tails. Until my mother decided I didn’t need them anymore.

By elementary school, my mother decided I needed to look like Carol Brady. I’m on the left covering my nose. I didn’t like my nose for some reason. The adorable Taylor Swift look-alike is my best friend throughout my childhood, Margie. She had long, shiny Jan Brady hair.

I couldn’t find any middle school pictures (perhaps since I may have burned them all) so here as the photo states, is one from high school; 1981 to be exact. The curls have by now invaded my head and show no signs of turning back. As illustrated here…do not brush them.

Soon after high school I discovered the wonders of round brushes and hair dryers….and Nice ‘N Easy golden blond lol

Oh the 80’s. I never did go in for the big 80’s hair but I certainly could have with all of that fluff I had. However, here we have the blown out on top and curly underneath.

Okay…I lied a little.

Just a few short years later and I was in the let it grow and forget it phase. I did however have the shorter on top style and was still using that round brush and blow dryer to smooth my bangs.

Onward into the 2000’s I decided I was getting too mature for so much hair so I tried this sassy little style for a while. However, it proved to be far too much work and upkeep due to the rate at which my hair grows.

Same hair cut as above but like I said…too much work. It’s easier to just let it go natural.

Here’s a good one I’ll call “Having too much fun to care hair.”

More having too much fun to care hair…damn paparazzi!

I think there may have been some hot rollers involved in this sleek and sexy coif. No, those aren’t real mustaches…geeze we do wax.

This is how short my hair was less than a year ago. This was November of 2013. Kinda cute and not too terribly difficult to maintain and keep straight but…

It ended up like this after a week or so. It just takes too much time too blow it out every morning.

Finally…this is pretty much daily, although on this particular day, the mop was behaving itself. This was a few weeks ago.

2014 and if you were looking at me right now in the real world, THIS is pretty much what you’d see. Don’t get me wrong, for years I’ve heard from people with straight hair how at least I can straighten mine when I want to but they can’t get their hair to hold a curl. I agree and yes, I can flat iron my hair but only on days with near zero humidity and absolutely no chance of precipitation.

I live in Maryland which means there are maybe 30 days a year that I can safely flat iron my hair. 🙂 It really isn’t good for your hair though.

Thanks for taking the trip down hair memory lane. Sometimes it’s kinda fun to make fun ourselves. 🙂