(photo credit: Figure skating queen Yuna Kim by QUEEN YUNA on flickr.com. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/legalcode.)
When I was in fifth grade, I was in awe of the Olympic figure skater, Dorothy Hamill. And like most girls of my general age, I wanted, more than anything, to get a Dorothy Hamill haircut. It was THE haircut of the late 1970s.
I don’t recall if I ever got the haircut, but I never forgot what it looked like or how much I wanted it.
So why didn’t it cross my mind what I was doing today, when I asked my hairdresser to cut the back of my hair to the hairline. I showed her a picture, a modern picture, of a woman with the hairstyle I wanted. I’d cut my hair short for the first time in years, a few months back, now I wanted to style it closer to what I had originally imagined.
About eight hours later, while talking to my daughter about all the crap she still has to do to apply for colleges and how ice hockey season begins soon, I realized what I’d done. I decided to confirm it first before I admitted it to myself. I google imaged Dorothy Hamill haircut 1976. And there it was. No. There I was, with Dorothy Hamill’s face.
I’d like to believe my version is a little hipper than the 1970s one, but I’m not so sure. What I am sure of is that finally I got the Dorothy Hamill haircut.
Too bad I can’t skate.
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