Two years ago we were visiting my husbands family in North Carolina for the holidays for 6 weeks. I was past due for a haircut. Long story short put dogs weren’t on our return flight reservation so rather than wait two days to get the dogs “reservation” on the flight approved, (stupid rule,) I said “F it! Road trip!”
We rented a car and drove through the Deep South to return to SoCal. We had a great time with a lot of adventures. I joked about wishing I had a mullet so I can fit in better. Then my husband dared me to grow a mullet. So here it is almost two years in the process. I’ve been complimented by many, and made fun of by a few, (booo haters. My hair is fabulous.) *Shakes mullet as I say my tagline “Mullet shake, mullet shake gonna cause an earthquake.
This is the longest I have ever grown my hair, and it’s been a fun experience. Much to my surprise it’s naturally very curly. I chose Melvin as my mullets name because that was my grandfathers name who I look exactly alike when he was my age. Sure he would say “cut that damn hair, ya hippie,” but I couldn’t resist paying homage to him, as he was a good man and very influential in my upbringing