All aboard the mistake train! Making my addition to the Lovelyish writer hair evolution posts, I want to forewarn readers that for a good chunk of my college life, my two favorite things in the world came in boxes – hair color and wine. As if those two guiltless pleasures didn’t do enough damage, I was under the sweltering Texas sun the entire time. A year or two may have lapsed in memory due to my constant dehydration, which in my state of delirium that I now can’t recall, I made some bad hair decisions. I regret nothing!
Check out my past (ill-advised) cures for hair boredom!
Once I started working at a salon, my hair entered rehab. I had to say goodbye to my boxed loved ones, which was the most beneficial parting my body has ever dealt with. (No more cheap wine in general. Let me live in peace, Yellowtail!) I’ve actually made a career out of at-home hair coloring since junior high school, a saga I’m reserving for an entirely separate post. I’d stave off my questionable color impulses for a respectable amount of time, and then come crawling back. For now, I will provide you a documentation of my hair evolution starting my senior year of high school. At the midpoint, I’m pretty sure I get some sense knocked into me.
Any past hairstyles or color you look back at laugh at?