This is me in Fall 1985, my senior picture, a few years before hair got really big for me. Those layers were my pride and joy. I had begged and begged for my parents to let me cut my hair in this style, and one day Mom finally caved. I can almost see myself standing in front of the mirror, the radio cranking Styx and Journey and Night Ranger. I would spend an hour in front of the mirror perfecting the feathering, trying to get both sides to do the same thing. And the back had to be perfect, too, of course, so I had a system of three mirrors set up. I would walk to the bus stop, protecting my hair, at 7:00 in the morning for that hour bus ride. I never made it to school with the perfect locks still in place, but I still had to do it every morning. And do you remember the banana clips? I had one of those in every color imaginable. Because with my hair pulled back, you could see my huge dangly earrings, of course.
Alot has changed since then, including the 5 minutes I now spend with my hair. I still have that hour ride to work, but I do it at the more decent hour of 9:00, accompanied by a CD of 80s music. And I can't remember the last time I intentionally turned up the collars of my shirt. Thank god.
ps: My 20th class reunion is this weekend, which is the very obvious reason for the stroll down memory lane.