Yikes! I look a whole lot like my mother there.
How about 1964, the year I was actually born? This one makes me look like my Aunt Margaret. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I think. I kind of like 1968. I was four years old then, visiting the beauty shop once a week with my mom and eating Hostess fruit pies and drinking Dr. Pepper while I waited for her to get her hair backcombed and teased. Ah, good times. Good times.
1974 isn’t too bad. I think I actually had this hairdo in 1974, even though I was only ten years old. Come to think of it, I have this hairdo now. Hmm.
Ah, the eighties, a great time for hair. Big hair. Really big hair.
1984. Who DIDN’T have a perm back then? Anyone? That’s what I thought. Everyone had a perm and a pick and they knew how to use them.
Skip forward to 1990..still big hair. By the way, is anyone besides me missing stirrup pants? No? Never mind. Let's just move on to 1994 then. My hair actually looked pretty similar to this at one time, as well.
Now, it wouldn't be fair to show you all of these without posting my real senior yearbook picture. (Don't even ask for the freshman picture. I'm not going there.) Here you go. Get ready to smile. Oh, feathered bangs and peter pan collars, how I loved you so!