You spin me right round, baby. Right round, like a record, baby. Right round, round, round.
Okay, so I don’t miss everything from the 80s. Heck, there really isn’t that much that I do miss considering I spent those years in Kindergarten through 9th grade (I always remembered the year I was in school by matching the numbers. (I finished 3rd grade in the spring of 1983.) The elementary years I was too clueless to care. The junior high years, I was too self-absorbed in my Baptist legalism.
But the hair. Oh, the hair. It was long. It was curly. It was easy. I’m seriously thinking about getting another spiral perm, but I’m not sure if I have the guts. I’ve talked about doing this for two years and this is as serious as I’ve ever been. I’ve been growing my hair out since last April and it is time for a change. I was thinking about a short cut, but now – I asked my mom to ask her hair gal how much she’d charge for a spiral perm (I always get my hair cut in Collinsville, OK because the gal only charges $10 for a cut and she does a great job).
So this just may be my big chance. To return to the days of wavy bliss. I will not return to the days of big poofed bangs, however. No chance. But the perm? Watch out, here I come.