Well it seems I can't get out of 1986...'cause that's where I'm back at today.
Last week we saw...that Bill guy and yours truly at the prom...
This week we highlight...my worst hair nightmare...
My graduation day from high school.
(Insert a proper Pomp and Circumstance song...
not that Vitamin C Graduation Song I keep hearing)
At the last minute I decided to go to a new beauty shop...(mistake No. 1) and use a new stylist (mistake No. 2)...who said I had a lot of bad perm on the end that needed trimming...(mistake No. 3...although if you look at last week's picture...she's right)...so I should let her trim it.
Mind you I couldn't see her own hair since it was under a wig...(that should have tipped me off...but it didn't.)
Well she cut about 2 inches. I was livid...humiliated...devistated...and anything else a seething 17 year old thinks about.
I kept thinking..."I'm not going to graduation...I hate my hair! I hate the style! It's too funky! It's not me"...
Well after my mom told me to "build a bridge"...I got over it and went and had a blast.
Here I am with a group of girls I've known since junior high.
The girl on the far right and I were even in the same 3rd grade class.
And the girl on the left of me just found me on facebook. (I love facebook.)
Have a great Friday! Blessings.!