A few friends have coincidentally brought up the topic of mullets lately, and that inspired me to arrange a little photo parade of old hair styles I’ve experienced over the decades.
Fourth grade saw me looking like a little boy. I can admit it. I actually was a tomboy that played with Barbies; a very eclectic child, if I do say so, myself. Even then I hung with all types: future doctors, gangsters, politicians.
OK, I must be much more secure than I give myself credit for, because this hair is hideous. I knew it was hideous when I had it. It was the intersection of the one perm I ever had, with a mullet. I should be able to think of a name for this style, but I cannot.
Next up is a pic of me in the early 90’s with one of my nieces. Not sure why the hair seems so dark. At least it’s not a permed mullet.
Now this one’s a kicker. My corporate ID for the now defunct CML (Conn. Mutual Life), taken in early 1985:
And now, one more, if you’ll indulge me (as I indulge you, getting to see all these horridly amusing photos of me!). I think that’s the mullet again lurking under the headband and facial mask on my beautiful plaid couch. That one was a keeper (…..not!).