I never thought I was vain.  I really didn’t.  But I am sad to report that I am among the worst offenders when it comes to being overly concerned about my appearance.   It is weird.   I have tried to find the perfect haircut over the years that lends itself to always looking right with a minimum amount of fuss.

Let’s do a quick tour of the Looks of Beth Ann.

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Baby Beth Ann 

During grade school aka The Very Awkward Years I sported several different styles ranging from long and stringy to pixie cut.   Here are a couple samples of what I could find.

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Then came high school and trying to figure out who the heck I was.

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College came and I got another new look.

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Marriage and babies followed and the decade of the perm was in .  I hung onto that look just a little too long.

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Then there was a brief stint at being a biker babe clad in leather–all to raise money for a church –it was not a good look—I was way too blonde and it was way too short..

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At one point, when Chris and I moved to Iowa, we figured that this was a good look for us.

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On a trip to the beach I thought I had finally hit upon the right look for me!

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Years ago I was whining to Chris that I hated all my pictures that I had on Facebook and especially on my blog.  I really wanted a good one where I looked happy, had a nice smile and had a good hair day.   He made the magic happen and I finally I had a picture that I loved.

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It’s funny how many pictures I have of Chris and myself — all posed and smiling. They all remind me of happy times and no matter the hair style, I smile to recall the moment that the picture was taken.

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So no matter how the hair and make up looks, take the picture. Make the memory. Make the smiles for the camera and leave the memories of a perfect moment in a digital form.

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