Grandma J shared this photo of her First Holy Communion a while back. She focused on the home permanent, and the humongous curl in the middle of her forehead. It was not much of a fashion statement by her mother, Rita, but rather the only option besides cutting Grandma J's hair into bangs.
The curse of the chopped crooked bangs. Bangs cut with the precision you can only get using pinking shears or hedge trimmers.
By fifth grade, Grandma J's worse nightmare came to fruition! The dreaded bangs. The ones that half the mothers in America insisted that their daughters sported.
But come on! Who does this to a baby? Seriously? A six month old Grandma J had her hair whacked off to the point of stubs, and then had her picture professionally taken.
Anyone else want to share their bang pictures?
xoxo Grandma J