So once upon a time, I decided to dye my hair. I wanted something completely different. I was a college student! I was living away from home in a brand new state! I wanted to make a statement! And I went dark. I mean, waaay dark. Like, the above picture dark. Note: above picture is OLD. Two and a half years old, to be exact. I know a few people who would kill me if I went dark again, and Grandpa would be turning in his grave. Also, two thoughts crossed my mind when I uploaded this, because this used to be one of my favorite pictures of myself: 1. I lost weight in my face! and 2. Holy hell, are my eyes BLUE.
So it went though all sorts of transitions. Nametwin jokes that looking at my Facebook profile pictures is like "A Journey Through the Life of Patchie's Hair." Examples:
And sometime shortly after the last picture, I decided to go back to my natural color. I was graduating soon, I was going to be poor, and I wasn't going to be able to afford hairdye. Internet, never try to go back to blonde on your own. You end up with a waterfall of color and odds are, you're going to overshoot whatever color you're going for. And then the sun will bleach it, and it'll be like...oi.
Anyway, long story short this was me last week:
And Monday I went into the salon and said "see all that dark stuff at the bottom? Cut it off."
And part of me kind of already doesn't like it, because it took me 20 minutes to do my hair this morning. 20 MINUTES. I got spoiled by the pony tail. But, hair grows. And it's the closest to one color it's been in years. So...success?