The 80's cost me my hair. As a wee lass, I had long, blonde, beautiful locks..... then came 1985 and I shaved it all off. At least 5 years of frightening haircuts followed. Mostly cut by my friends and I after sneaking some of Mom's Gin.
I swear to God, I have been growing my hair back ever since. But my hair is still so traumatized, it won't grow longer than my shoulder blades. No matter what.
Stirrup pants, leg warmers, and rhinestone broaches under your chin attached to a long plaid shirt should NOT be repeated either.
I'll bet Carmen Electra heads straight from her hangover tomorrow morning and on to get herself some hair extensions.
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