So it's time for my hair-u-mentary as Lindsey called it. Beware: this post might not be suitable for young children - it's pretty scary! :-)
I'm not starting too young because my mom fixed me up pretty cute until I started to have a say in it.
I don't know what concerns me more about this picture - my humongous hair or these bubble suits that we used to wear. I had a ton of them. And I wonder why I didn't have a lot of dates in high school. ha!
Do not adjust your screens? There are no shadows in this picture - this is all of my hair! This was first thing in the morning before it "fell". And I think I may have fallen into a bucket of make-up. WHOA!
This was at a college function as I began to grow the big bangs out. It was a big step for me. I remember thinking that was one of the coolest shirts I had ever worn. I borrowed it from my suitmate.
This was me working at a church camp in the summer of college. I actually like my hair here except I look kind of like I should be Miss Georgia 1992. (It just kind of screams pageant hair to me). (and no I haven't watched Miss America yet - it's on the agenda for tonight)
Me and my dad at OBU homecoming my junior year. My hair is starting to tame down but it's really dark (my natural color)(it just seems dark to me now).
Here I am in my early 20's with a short do - I remember really loving that velvet-ish outfit.