Since I'm dedicating...

This one's for you, Em. I mean, you're my favorite sister and all, and I can't be doing things for others, and not for you, so since you requested it, and made it public by commenting that you requested it, here are some pictures of me with short hair.

But first, a quick history of my hair. My mom says that when I was a baby, I had hair like Izzy, and it stood up all over.



Then, as I grew older, it was long and pretty. Then I tried to perm it just on top, like the cool kids, but the hair dresser did it wrong, and it was permed to my ears, and I looked like a poodle.



Then, in junior high, I would hairspray my bangs so that they stood straight up, like a wall. That was a great look. Oh, and the girl behind me in my classes (due to the alphabet), would call me a lampshade, because my hair was also incredibly frizzy.



So, for awhile, I gave up, and just put it in ponytails. Actually, that's pretty much my fall back whenever I can do it.



While we were in Hawaii, and I was a rich lawyer, I got it permanently straightened, which I loved! And it was still growing out while we were in Arizona, so here's that look.



Then, in January of 2007, I decided to get my hair permed. I don't know why, other than I wanted those cute, big curls that were so cool. My hairdresser told me that it was a curling iron that did that, but I went ahead with it anyways (and YES, I was pregnant when I did this, but in my defense, the test I took RIGHT before I got it done, was negative.)



And so here we are. This is one I took this morning. I showered last night before bed, and fell asleep with my hair wet, and so here we are. I did run my hands through it, but that's about it.



And this is a couple days after I got it cut. When Maria (my hairdresser) styled it, she used a big rolly brush and a hair dryer. I use my hands and the dry desert air. Usually now, since it's always in my face, I pull it back in barrettes, or into, you guessed it, a ponytail. Oh well. Anyways, I love you, Em!