I'm Hair for Fun Monday

Bad haircuts were a fact of life growing up. In fact, those home cut tresses gave my brother plenty of ammunition for teasing me and another sister. 

Mama didn’t use her dishes when she gave haircuts, and for that fact we were most thankful. We were quite horrified by the bowl cuts worn by some school chums.

I don’t know if it was a borrowed phrase, or if my brother just came up with the taunt of his own accord.

T-Bangs.  Nanner, nanner, nanner!

It seems quite innocuous by today’s standards - but it was enough to keep us whining to our mother. She was eventually overwhelmed by our complaints and locked herself in the bathroom to cry.

In spite of those memories, the very worst haircut of my life occurred the day before WR’s 10^th high school class reunion.

My male stylist had been doing a fairly consistent trim – except that he was leaving too much length on top. I wanted to have a little more bounce up there.

I may have badgered him about it.

Looking back, I really wish that he’d have taken my mother’s cue, and just locked himself in the bathroom.

Instead, he pretty much gave me a crew-cut.

I’m lucky there is no photo. He’s lucky there is no photo, as the one that comes to mind would be my mug shot after the discovery of his battered body.

I suspect, however, a juror of my peers would have found me not guilty.

Sandy, at Myanderings, is hosting Fun Monday today!  Of course, you guessed - the topic is bad haircuts.   Run (but not with your scissors) on over there and join in the fun!