Sunday, November 7, 2010

Four Stories: "Hairdoo's" (update)

LA over at does a fun thingy I just discovered called "four stories". You can all join in if you like, there are instructions HERE and you can see all the ones she's done so far HERE.

ONE: The terrible perm

I was in grade two. You hear me? Grade two! I know this because I have naturally straight hair but I've seen the curly-head school photos and on the back, in my mother's handwriting it says "Nova. Grade two." I think I thought I looked really pretty though with the perm. So ... good for me. I don't remember much about this hairdo, but those photos still come back to haunt me once in a while. Not only did I have a (bad) mushroom-cut perm, I also had gigantic red-frame glasses and buck teeth. Yikes.
But seriously, who gives a seven year old a perm?

TWO: The blond

Around the age of thirteen or fourteen my mom remarried and we all moved from the city where I had relatively no friends to a small town. I got contacts, I got braces to straighten whatever the hell was going on in my mouth at the time, and I was finally allowed to dye my hair. Oh it did wonders for my social life, I tell ya. I also grew it super long. I kept this bleach blonde "style" into my early twenties, and at one point my super long hair was almost down to my butt. Here's a picture of blonde me really enjoying a hamburguesa in Tepoztlan, Mexico. 

You can see how long my hair is if you look really hard at my back. (That's what he said?)

THREE:The dreadlocks

Honestly, I finally made the connection to a lot of the sexual harassment I was getting, and people assuming I was dumb, to my long blonde hair. I was going through a transitional period where I took a year off of University, and for a while lived in a truck with a man and a cat and drove around Northern B.C. and Vancouver Island. Oh, and took a train across Canada. Like, for months. With no job really, except helping my mom remodel her basement for pay and I worked as a beekeeper until it started snowing. 

I actually really liked having dredlocks and just cut them off a couple years ago. They were fun because they were easy and I didn't care about having "healthy" hair so I was free to dye them all the colors of the rainbow.Manic Panic even used photos of me on their website in exchange for free hair dye and a t-shirt, and I was all like "Yes! Free stuff". I'm totally a model now. Here's a super fancy montage of photos I whipped up from my Facebook photos.

FOUR: The short

I'm searching everywhere but I can't find the photos of the day(s) I decided to comb my dreds out. 

Trust me, it was NOT easy. But it was also not impossible like you may think. It helps that my hair is naturally bone-straight, probably. Anyway, one day I was just like "meh, I'm bored of having this hair" and cut my dreds to shoulder length. Many people asked what I did with the hair. I threw it in the kitchen garbage can, that's what. I'm not one of those creepy people who saves their dreadlocks in ziplock bags.

I walked around for two days with weird half-combed out dreadlocks, the "saved" hair was so weird! It was all kinked and broken and some stuck out at right angles from my head. Finally, thanks to my fantastic bosses who paid for me to finally "get a haircut, you hippie" (that's what the card was a major occasion that warranted greeting cards and everything) I was introduced to Ashley at The Lab. I haven't gone to anyone else since except for that one time when someone gave me a terrible terrible a-symmetrical thing. But we won't go there. 

After my first haircut I looked like this at the bowling alley:

And, to the relief of pretty much everyone I know, the dreds are gone. 
I haven't had long hair since then.

Short hair styles are more fun.


I found a tiny photo of me holding my dreds
as though they were a mustache
directly after I cut them off.

Ta daah!


  1. People are always asking me if I got a perm whenever I wear my hair curly. So irritating.
    "'s natural." And then they are all, "Ohmigawd! You are so lucky!". And I'm usually like, "Meh".

    But they're probably right.

    I've always wanted to try dreds. Never had the balls. I think yours looked awesome.

  2. Just act all offended and be like "that's none of your business" next time they ask. Or say "a lady never tells" haha. That's what I'd do.

  3. hi Nova,

    i just found you through Danielle's blog and your guest post, so rad lades! I got excited when I saw you're a fellow BC dweller and had to come over here to take a look. i love your blog! you have a fantastic knack for writing and are SO funny.

    This post especially caught my eye, those dreads are magnificent is WHAT. really like LA's post idea too. For me it was a similar hair saga, but mine included mohawks & egg-whites to make it stick up real straight. YIKES, the shame.

    happiness to you Island girl! xo

  4. :)

    Glad you came by! I *wish* I had gone through a mohawk phase. I was too scared.


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