First, I would like to wish my mom, Brenda, the amazing lady that she is, a very happy birthday! Exactly one year ago today, we had ourselves a birthday breakfast, and then set off in a moving truck bound for Texas. Our house had just closed, and being the amazing lady that she is, she offered to pack up my apartment while I worked, and then drove that truck, me, and my two cats across four states in three days so we could move in. I wish I could be home celebrating with her right now, or at least giving her a big hug and some birthday pancakes. Happy birthday, Mommy!
It may not be my funniest memory, but I guess I can relieve a sort of funny time in my childhood, when I was obsessed with big hair and wanted to look like everything that was wrong with the '90's.
When I was in the third grade, I begged my mom to let me get a spiral perm. I guess I was into hair, even back then. This was in the thick of the early '90's, when every girl I noticed had long spiral permed hair and big bangs. Oh, and scrunchies. And weird headbands. And stirrup pants. And side-tied t-shirts. Oh yes, the '90's were totally tubular and absolutely insane.
I am pretty sure I was incredibly happy with my new curls, but so terrified by what all of my friends would say. I mean, when you are eight, what other people think of you is more important that what you think. I didn't have long to wait. That afternoon, I was going to a friend's birthday party at an ice skating rink. I remember my hair still being damp when I arrived, and how the icy air made it poof out horribly. Now I know product would have been incredibly helpful. Or to just not have gotten a perm in the first place. The birthday girl, my friend Jackie, skated over and screeched "what did you do to your hair?! It's so big!" I just fluffed my hair self-consciously and said "I permed it", like that was the most natural thing for a third grader to do.
I never did get the memo that hair products would have made my blonde afro more manageable, but I did let that hideous perm grow out, and never considered perming my hair again. In a funny twist of fate, however, when I hit puberty, my hair became wavy, and I spent many days with gel-scrunched curls well into my post-high school days, never imagining that I had even a slight resemblance to my permed hair days.