Do you see a pattern here?
This is baby Leigh, 1970. I was born without a hair on my head. This is when the problems began, no hair to style.....or, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise?
Years pass and I finally got some hair on my head....both of them. Don't you love the 2 headed shots by Olan Mills? It reminds me of that moment in the Wizard of Oz where Toto bust the "OZ", "Pay no mind to the man behind the screen". Remember the Big Head the man was working? This was mine. It was 1976. I was working the blue prairie girl dress with white ruffles. My two heads smiled so lovely while my mother fought with my brother (behind the scenes) who was claiming he was going to run away if he was forced to have his picture made. He was 3. My mother told him, "You can run away after you have you have your pictures made".
Then came Dorothy Hamill. Every girl had that cut, didn't they? I remember that my mother cut my hair herself. With no formal training, she did a pretty good job. The year was approximately 1979. This, another Olan Mills shot, with the very same brown background. Obviously that was the only color screen they had back then. I am here again with my brother. He obviously didn't run away, even though my mother dressed him in the brown terrycloth shirt that matched the background. Dorothy Hamill, eat your heart out.
In 1979 I wanted to be an angel, one of Charlies Angels apparently. I had wings. They flapped in the breeze as I wheeled my little white skate's with pink pom pom's around the rink. They were so cool. My wings weren't as cool as (my friend) Martha Brahan's, but they were cool. Here I am wearing a t-shirt that I got at the Alabama concert I attended. It says, "The Closer you Get". But don't get to close or those wings would slap ya silly.
And I wondered why Big Daddy wasn't interested. Can't you see it here!!!!In 1982 the mullet was hot. Girls wore it, boys wore it. Billy Ray Cyrus wore it, though years later after I did. I worked it.(EWW!) It was business in the front, party in the back. My brother forgoed the look for the Christmas Elf cut. Don't you love my peter pan collared shirt with purple blazer. Blazer's were hot then too. SO was the blue eyeshadow I have on. Don't tell me it wasn't!
1983. I was a teenager. I had braces. And the mullet was short lived, and I went to extreme. I grew out my bangs to the length of the back, and I joined in on the Christmas spirit that my brother had worked in the earlier photograph. Here, my hair looks like a Christmas tree. Triangular in shape with big balls (earrings) hanging from the tree in completion. I am sure my brother would like it if you would take notice of the great form of the "swish" move he was doing. That was how I saw him most of our growing up years. He was always playing basketball. Even if he didn't have one in hand, he pretended to. It drove my mother mad. That is why she allowed me to walk around like Father Christmas-AND play with fireworks
A year later, I was already practising for my big stage debut (that never came). Really, I clearly recall this night, I was singing, "Borderline" (See my big bow in my hair like Madonna?) My cousin Alan was jamming to the keyboard. Something tells me he wasn't playing "Borderline, Lucky Star and Holiday" on his fantasy concert stage.
I think this was the same year, 1985. But I had to laugh. Obviously I thought nothing of how dorky I looked, posing toughly with my permed hair and badly damaged from the perming at that. Perhaps I was saying, "My hair is weak but I am strong." My hair looks fried. Yet I thought I was tough. HA!
1986. This was the year I got my drivers license. I guess I didn't need the helicopter that sat on top of my head any longer. Hello! I was 16 years old. I have a bow on my head the size of Nelly Olsen's bow on her dresses. Do you remember Nelly Olsen? This was taken at Something Fawn on I-59 going towards Chattanooga. It was at a truck stop. I recall that there were weird things in the walls on the place, like 3 headed turtles ...oddities like that. Yet I decided to have my picture taken with a fake lion. Hmm....
The year 1998. I had just come home from the hospital with my daughter Sledge. I could care less about my hair. All I cared about was sleep, and when I would get any. Love my hair curled under bangs. Ugg!
This was when I finally crossed over and became a blond. When I was 16 years old I discovered my first grey hair. They multiplied significantly with each one I plucked. I tired of fighting and found a way of better coverage. Blond. Though quite harsh here. This was taken at Rock City in Chattanooga Tennessee. Big Daddy loved me as a pumpkin headed lumberjack, so I put up with Big Daddy's Dumb and Dumber look. Heehee. Now I know that our marriage can stand the test of time.
And so, I BEG OF YOU FOR YOUR HELP!! Find Leigh a haircut. Take into account my LARGE ROUND FACE and consider if the cut will look appropriate. If you have photoshop, work it out on my head and send me the pictures. Email me pic's of the style you think I should go with to firstname.lastname@example.org
I will post the suggestions given on my blog and give it to the readers to decide. But this HAS to happen quickly. no QUICKLY! before I succumb to the scissors in my bathroom.
So, today, send in ideas. I will begin to post on Saturday and Sunday if I can hold out. Then Monday, it gets cut...or perhaps it remains to grow.. I need you to help me!
NOW! DO IT NOW! Scissors are calling!