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This is were it all began... 4 years old and I think I'm a hairdresser, and I know I'm a thief because I somehow got into the back yard with a pair of scissors past my grandmother. Anyhow, I took my then long hair that was up in a half ponytail and snipped off the tail. My mother got home and dragged me to Corona Cutters and got me this "Dorothy Hamill Haircut" (this picture is like with a months growth, so you can imagine what it looked like.) |
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The next 2 aren't my fault....I get my inability to cut a straight line from my mother. Looking back, I realize that as a young child I was always a wreck. =) |
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This
one, I was about 7. It looks to me that Mom missed some of my bangs,
and the ones she cut are on a slant. Someone please wash my face. |
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This
picture I was 9. Mom at my head with scissors again. I'm not too
crazy about the sweater either, but once again, that really wasn't
my fault either. |
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All
through grammar school I never quite fit in. Whether it was a weight
issue, antisocial issues, or the fact that my hair always sucked.
8th Grade came along and I had finally achieved a look that fit
in in 1987, that I loved.... |
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The
day before graduation, I decided my bangs needed a trim. Notice
in the picture...NO BANGS. Good Job Jenn... |
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I
really can't even talk about this one. At this point I was about
15, maybe 16. I wasn't wearing my hair like this on a regualr basis,
and neither was my friend Liz. We decided to poof our hair that
day. My hair abruptly ends in the back and hangs like a cliff at
the end of the poof. Hers looks like a bird had its way with it.
We had both seen better days.... |
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A picture from the "color zone" in my highschool yearbook..... The recipe for this effect is as follows: Dye your hair jet black, wait 6 months, dye your hair (with 6 months of roots) auburn. Take note that your roots are now auburn and the black hair has stayed black, you want the black gone so you use a cream bleaching kit, leave in one hour, rinse, and welah! You might have to get a haircut to get all the dead ends off (my hair was longer than this when I started out. |
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Drunken midget mimes... My husband just asked me if it was halloween when we took this picture. Unfortunately it wasn't. This is more of a makeup issue rather than a hair issue. Karen and I are wearing Ivory foundation on our faces. Goes real well with the dyed black hair. I think we thought we were goth or something. Who the hell knows...another phase. |
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