Sometimes you look back at family photos and think, really? Really? Other times you look back and think, WHAT THE HECK? The latter is kinda what I think when I look at this photo. As in WHAT THE HECK did I do to my hair? And WHAT THE HECK is going on with my bib dress?
In defense of the horrible, horrible hairstyle, I always wanted curly hair. You know the sort. Beautiful, bouncy waves. My mother gave me my first perm. It didn’t turn out exactly as I had imagined it in my head. That time or the 10 times that followed. All I ever got was frizz. Frizz, frizz and more frizz. No one could explain to me that people with naturally curly hair (or those with paid hairstylists on staff) had a far better chance of making and keeping beautiful, bouncy waves. Perhaps it did not help that I favored using a brush versus a pick. Either way? BAD. It took me many, many years to understand that fine hair and perms—at home OR in the salon—do NOT go well together. Even if I spent much of my childhood as a frizzy poodle, I NOW know. And, knowledge is power, right?
Interestingly, I look eerily like my mother in that photo. Curious. Curious and eerie.
Regarding the dress, that dress was a FAVORITE. Favorite! I wore it for picture day at school and every Sunday for church. Or at least every Sunday I could without looking like I only had one Sunday dress. Not that there’s anything wrong with having one Sunday dress. I remember feeling quite lovely in it. I can only think that bibs were in style back then. Or hope.
Anyway, this photo was taken on some random Sunday in my childhood, around Grade 3 or 4. We’re one happy-looking family, yes? OK, then.
Let’s all just focus on how adorable my baby brother is. I know you almost want to pinch his cheeks!