The 80s were a bad fashion decade. The late 70s were all disco - shiny, polyester shirts and skin tight pants for the dudes. Just watch Saturday Night Fever and you'll see what I mean.
Then the 80s came along and we just went from bad to worse. Big hair, too much makeup and shoulder pads, for crying out loud. I'll have to see if I can dig up some old pix of myself. Ghastly. I mean, I was in my mid 20s. Why the hell did I think I needed all that big hair, makeup and long fake nails?
When I was pregnant with Kristen, I thought it would be a good idea to get a perm. I guess my body was getting so big I figured I'd poof out my hair for balance. Baaaad idea. Toward the end of the pregnancy, not only was I huge, but I had this mass of frizz on top of my head. Very attractive. Not.
When I got pregnant with Laura I told my hairdresser, I don't care how much I beg, plead or cajole you. I don't care how big I get or how crappy my hair looks, DO NOT GIVE ME A PERM! She agreed and I went though nine months of okay hair.
During said pregnancy a friend of mine was co-writing a book on labor and delivery. She needed some pictures. A couple of weeks ago she sent them back to me with a nice note (I guess she was cleaning house). A woman in labor does not look her best and I was certainly no exception to that rule. But... Pat looked at them and said "your hair looks nice". I guess the ban on perms worked.
A Month of Reflection
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By Leo Babauta We’re entering the last month of the year, and for many of
us, it’s a darker and quieter season. It’s the perfect time for reflection.
I l...
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