OK, I am finally putting in for the final installment of my hair story (which in reality is more about clothing choices in my case since my hair is not nearly as much of a story as Crazy Aunt Purl's). Anyway, here goes...
As if the little Orphan Annie 'do was not enough, here I bring new levels of Jewfro to the world.
(This is at Camp Ramah in Ojai doing some Israeli dance. Believe me, I was not two stepping or doing the hustle.)
Eventually I let that grow out (unlike most of my seriously Jewy family members, I have a choice - most of them need some serious relaxer shit to get their hair to any form of straightness).
Anyway, here was another lovely choice. By the way, I still have this sweater in some box if anyone ever wants to see it in person! Rah, people, RAH!!!!
Also note the generous use of eyeliner. This will become a serious theme in the following photos.......
For instance, this lovely use of Almay liquid jet black....
Please also note the earring hanging to my boobs, the mullet (as if you could have missed that) and the gigantic safety pin. Can anyone say 1985? Anyone? Bueller?
Oh. My. God! What was I thinking????
This is my hair story people. It's not pretty, but it's definitely me.
Labels: Hair stories