Hairy Situations

Warning!  A trip down memory lane, with a pinch of narcissism to follow...

While searching through old photos, I was amused at all the random hairstyles I've entertained over the past 10 years.



There was the short and sleek phase, with super chopped bangs (we might revisit this phase):

 There was the trashy, dark-underneath with too many highlights plus lots of volume phase (hopefully, this one will never make a comeback):

There was the phase when I liked my hair like my beer...super dark and a bit out of control:

 The Howard Stern phase:

The short with side swept bangs phase (which coincided with the camera settings experimental phase):

 The long, blond and curly phase (also referred to as the "I wish I lived on a beach" phase):

 The nothing-special average length, natural color phase (someone please put a bag over my head...oh, wait):

 The short and curly:

 The sleek, mid length, long bangs phase:

 The what-the-hell was I thinking reddish phase:

 And, then this happened:

(Yes, I'm riding in the back of a truck in a lawn chair...so?)

 The no-bangs, too-blond, I'm in college and I don't care phase:

 What I like to refer to as the skunk phase...super dark underneath and blond on top (this one stinks!):

It's amazing what we do to express ourselves as we learn and grow.  I think sometimes, when I felt like my life needed a change, when something just had to be done...my hair got it!  Chopped off, dyed, curled, straightened, pulled back, scrunched, teased, spritzed, pulled, pinned, and more.

I feel worn out just thinking about it!