I saw some disturbing images this past weekend when I was out and about. Actually, three of them. I wish I had had my camera with me, because these are (at least I hope) rare sightings.
We had just come out of the salon after treating the little one to a lovely hair appointment. She just loves the attention, will sit there while the stylist brushes, cuts, trims, then blow dries her curly ends under. The perfect little page boy bob. Every time we pass by the salon she asks that we go in to see Felora (her stylist) so she can have a haircut. She even learned to close her eyes on demand at the salon, about the time that she turned 2.
So where were we? Oh yes, leaving a hair appointment. We drive out onto the road and come to the intersection where there are two bus stops. I glance over at one and I see a young man sporting a MULLET! Not just any mullet, but a reverse Flock-of-Seagulls mullet, with full-on highlights at the tips. Ian even noticed it before I commented. This is aging me, but it was like that 80's singer, kagagoogoo. While I'm saying that I can't believe what I just saw, I see out of the corner of my eye that there is another fellow at the other stop talking on his cellphone, turns his head and it's another mullet! This one was a little more subtle, but a mullet nonetheless. Two mullet sightings within two minutes. Wow.
The next day, as I'm zooming home from the gym, this silver Porsche convertible whips past me on the left. Of course I look over, after all it is a Porsche, and I'm always curious about who's driving these cars. I see dark, pointed darts reminiscent of a porcupine, but as the car moves forward and the wind blows, there's more hair flying out from the nape of driver's neck. Yes, flying. We're talking spiked up Billy Ray Cyrus on an Asian head. Uggh.
Of course, this is all my fault. I did what I promised I wouldn't do. I bought a pair of leggings to wear with these two cute dresses that showed a bit too much leg. Now look what I've done. The 80's are back with a terrible vengeance. Sorry!