So Many Shades

On this the day of the completion of my 25th year of life, I thought it might be fun to reflect on a short history... of my hair. Most of you know me as a blonde, but you might be surprised by the spectrum of shades my do has traveled through.

Let's start at the beginning.

Not sure if you can call this hair at all. So I started bald.

By my first birthday I had light fuzz. We're getting somewhere.

By three I had the most beautiful blonde mullet. Thank you mom.

Big bangs. Bad teeth. Remnants of a perm. Awesome.

Now we'll skip a few years. For a while it stayed pretty calm. 'Till I hit freshmen year at BYU, when I met Dustin and also became acquainted with hair dye.

So I was about every shade possible of brunette. I even once went red (although failed to find a picture of it). I also couldn't find a shot of the one time, in the midst of all this nonsense, I bleached my whole head platinum- or rather orange- for a few days.

I even went black. (I regretted that.)

Then shortly before we got married I had this crazy idea that I wanted to be blonde. So within a week or so before the wedding, I went for it.

Partway there...

And ta da!

And I've been blonde ever since. (Or at least a shade of it...!)

And I think it'll stay this way. But I'm open to suggestions- perhaps bringing the bowl-cut back?!