Me and my hair have had an interesting relationship. I’ve never been satisfied with it just as it is. People seriously think I’m a natural redhead, and although I think it would have been nice if God had given that to me in the first place so that I would not depend on L’Oreal, I can’t even just leave it at one shade of red. It’s been everything from black to dark auburn red to bright crayola red to orange to reddish-blonde. And every color in between. Oh, the memories I’ve had with hair dye. The awful highlights that turned my hair pretty much white in high school. The hair dye parties in our dorm room with Ashlee Simpson playing in the background. The many trips to Sally’s Beauty Supply, Eckerd’s, and Target to follow whatever whim I had. I’m definitely not one of those people who is scared to touch my hair with anything. I’ll do whatever to it. Which is probably why it decided to fight back by starting to FALL OUT about 4 years ago. If there has ever been a traumatic event in my life, losing my hair has been right on up there. And to many people, this may seem completely trivial. And they would be right. It is. Nonetheless, I’ve cried over it, sobbed, been to every doctor/dermatologist/endocrinologist/specialist I can think of. I’ve taken vitamins and supplements, I’ve stood on my head to increase blood circulation (YES, I KNOW), I’ve been in denial, I’ve given up, I’ve accepted it. I think I’m pretty much in the acceptance phase now. I mean, what else is left to do? It’s not terrible yet. And it may stop someday. Whatever.
But I love to go back and look at the journey my hair has been through- what I’ve put it through- since I bought my first box of hair dye back in middle school.
Black, but fading back into red (which is pretty much what my hair always fades into now):
Brown (and why yes, that IS a purse I made with pictures of Chris Carraba on it. Shut up, he was dreamy. And still is.):
And WHOA BABY red (fave!):
I searched high and low for pictures I had of me as a sort-of blonde, but couldn’t find them. Guess you’ll just have to use your imagination!
Pretty much, though, I always come back to my tried and true red. There’s just something so FUN about being a redhead (and fooling everyone into thinking you’re a NATURAL redhead.) Well, except for when creepy old men call you “Red.” Reeeeally clever, guys. Just sweeping me right off my feet.
Just thought I’d share some more old nuggets with you… I bet you wish I’d go take photographs of something new so I’d quit the reminiscing, eh? Well, you try finding time to shoot when you’re busy procrastinating on all the important things you have to do. It’s not easy, let me tell you. :)