The Challenge: A picture of your Horrid Hair Past, a picture of a Really Good Hair Day, and where you stand today.
I decided to limit the pictures of my Horrid Hair Past to styles I am responsible for, and to stuff that I have digitally already. Y’all know how I am - I’ll sit down in front of the box of photos trying to find something, and end up spending the next 48 hours organizing and scanning and further organizing…it’s really something best left for later. So, without further ado:
This is from April of 2000, and I’m rockin’ The Bun. The Bun being held by a scrunchy. Good lawd.
March, 2001. Ignore the fact that I’m vastly pregnant, and look at that spiffy blue Goody’s hairband/comb thing holding all the hair away from my face. It was South Florida, it was hot, I was pregnant, and could not stand hair.on.my.face. Also notice the ends are significantly lighter than the roots. Now would be a good time to mention that I haven’t seen my “natural” haircolor in years (with the exception of this next photo)
May of 2002. Good lawd if that hair isn’t a depressed cry for help, I don’t know what is. I was still afraid to color my hair and by that point Tig was telling me lovely things like “I don’t care what you look like. I love you for your brain.” (which we all know means “Daaaaamn girl you UGLY”)
I showed this picture to my friend Jami and she made fun of my pseudo-mullet. I think I actually like the red tips and black roots. It’s very emo-ish. Or something.
Definitely something.
December 2003. Speaking of depressed cries for help….
Just look at the baby, okay? LOOK AT THE BABY!!!!
(and I was so proud of having hair down to my waist. No, I really don’t know what I was thinking.)
June 2004 brings us the Revenge of the Goody’s Hair Comb Headband thingy. At least this time it matches my too-dark haircolor. The good news is that by this point I’d clipped ten inches from my hair, bringing it back up to just below shoulder length.
January 2005 and can we get any more ho-hum? I mean, really. At least by this point I’d found a decent color (though still too dark). I also didn’t realize there were toddler fingerprints on the camera lens - hence the foggy look to the photo.
Not really. Sometimes I prefer myself a little blurry.
January 2007 (sssh we’re not speaking to 2006. Let’s just say there were no changes. Move on, nothing to see here.)
I’d finally made it out to see my stylist and had lots of spiffy layers to bring out the curl. Except for that one spike of bangs that’s threatening to take out my eye. Good thing I was wearing glasses for protection *nods wisely*
Due to the demise of my beloved laptop (and the fact that I have to be at work in 20 minutes), I’m picking this one as my “good hair pic”
PS - Hair Thursday is in on this gig too.
You’re just going to have to suck it up and deal re: the image quality - it was taken with my daughter’s craptastic cell camera.
I honestly don’t know if Mamaw has ever seen a laptop, much less actually held one on her lap (at 91, techology at that level is extremely optional), and flipping our way through the photos from LAST year’s party was downright fascinating to her.
