But there are those times when I stare with longing almost to the point of weirdness at other girls' long tresses, and twist inside with envy. I sometimes miss looking and feeling "feminine", and it can be hard without long hair, mind you.
So goes my delight/deriding dislike of my now growing-out-of-the-summer-shortness-and-trying-hard-not-to-look-like-a-mullet* drudgery. *It's confusing and difficult to type with the hyphen key minus the space bar. But hyphen is my best friend. He loves to get between words to make a new awesome word, and allow me to be a word-creator, a literary-artiste, a painter-of-words, as you like.
Back to the mullet thing. You will love me for this: Here are some pictures from a distant past that features a Little Grace with magnificent early '90s mullet hair, using the totally fantasmic software I recently stumbled upon in another blogger's website, Poladroid:
The first isn't so bad, my hair was longer and the short part of the hair basically just looks like bangs that extend a little wider around the front of the head than usual.
The next is embarrassingly bad, not only for the squinty eyes and the bushy bed-head hair, but for the faux shell necklaces and the daisy-print neon green shorts I lived in for two years. Forget the Grand Canyon. Here's a synthesized wonder that doesn't take a billion years of water and wind to create: take a scratchy blue polyester back seat in a 1990 Dodge Caravan, two weeks of driving around the American Southwest, and a truly disgusting haircut, and you have a classic picture that perfectly contrasts the rugged beauty of the rusty cliffs of the Grand Canyon with the offending neon-artifice of the 1990s with the naiivete of two young girls who won't be able to appreciate or absorb the mind-twisting grandness (pun intended) of the scenery behind them.
I hope you enjoyed yourself, because I certainly did, taking a walk down my hair-strewn memory lane.......
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