From Kristina of Sparkles Plenty, we get a glimpse into her “hairy” past.

[…]the art of hair design is not something universally shared. Like most everything, some people have a gift for it and some don’t. Unfortunately for me, my mother was under the grossly incorrect assumption that she was skilled in this particular area. This misapprehension, coupled with her unfathomable affection for Lilt home perms, is why I spent a good chunk of my high school sophomore year bearing a frightening resemblance to Roseanne Roseannadanna.

I remember really wanting to have a girl so that I could do her hair the way I wanted to. Well, it was a case of be careful what you wish for because I got the little girl I so wanted but she didn’t want to have nothing of me “doing” her hair. Bows and barrettes were discarded and abandoned mere moments after placing them in her hair. Ponytails were freed and even though there were times she would beg me to braid her hair, the braids were a tragic shell of their former twisty selves by lunchtime. Hmmm…maybe a perm would look nice…nah! I spent a large part of my third grade year looking surprisingly like Little Orphan Annie. Not sure why my mom consented to me getting a perm when I already had curly hair.

But I digress…the really fun part of Kristina’s post is how all of this hair angst relates back to Mormonism and it’s failure to be a mainstreamed religion. A flaw that not even Mitt Romney and his faboo hair could correct. It’s a bit of a stretch but I think she may be onto something.