I had never seen one, so it just didn't exist. Remember, this is the 80s and early 90s, so mullets were commonly accepted as a decent (business in the front, party in the rear) haircut.
I had been trying to grow my bangs out forever. I basically wanted hair that resembled the girl on "Fast Times at Ridgemont High"
For the record, this hairstyle still appeals to me, braid and all.
So it goes that I am trying to grow my bangs out so my hair is all one length and I share this with my younger sister, Jaime (11 years old at the time). Jaime confesses that she too, would like to have hair that is all one length. At this time, she has a longer style hair with bangs that reach the middle of her cheek. I convince her that if she allows me, I could take matters into my own hands and give her the hairstyle that she desires.
I get the scissors, she sits. I cut. I cut more... I cut a lot more. I do, eventually, create a hair-due that is all one length. I stop and look at my handy work and cannot prevent my body from reacting with spasms of laughter that cannot be contained. She hasn't noticed, the spasms are getting stronger...then laughter erupts from my mouth. Jaime immediately reacts with a look of horror because she knows... I have created a haircut that would be categorized as bad. I am not sure that I could have made Jaime look anymore unattractive.
Now, this is where I attach a picture of Jaime from that time, but alas, you will be disappointed. I am convinced beyond certainty that Jaime and my mother have a pact to destroy all evidence of that time in Jaime's life. I know, for sure, that there exists somewhere, a school picture with Jaime and...the haircut. I have searched high and low through my mother's boxes of pictures to no avail. It is like the holy grail of old pictures. Let's all say it together..."release the picture.....".
Anywho...Jaime obviously never let me cut her hair again and that was that.
