the trials and tribulations of... my hair.

My hair has been through a lot over the past couple of years. I'd like just to recap where it's been and the distress I put it through.

April 2007: My hair experienced its first dye job by yours truly. My hair was long - almost to my waist and just plain old brown. I dyed it a reddish-brown and it looked pretty good. I kept it that color until after my senior prom (my roots are pretty bad in those pictures but that was a long time ago, oh well)

May 2007: My hair experiences dye job number two: Darkest Brown. Still not too bad. I cut some of the length off but overall it stayed the same. However, this color did not stay in my hair for too long for some reason and only weeks later I had to do it again...and again...and again. I decided it was time for something more drastic.

August 2007: Instead of having a professional do this (which i recommend anyone else do), I dyed my own hair Midnight Black. Big mistake. I should have realized it was going to be a bad idea, but didn't really understand until I was pulling large clumps of hair out of my head while rinsing out the too-harsh black dye out of my hair. Now I had long, long, really, REALLY black hair. Major fail.

November/December 2007: My black hair looked pretty good while I had a nice tan going on. However, as the winter months came in, I was pale yet again and my black hair wasn't so flattering anymore. What do I do? I google ways to get black dye out of my hair and tried every method including washing my hair with dish soap. Finally, I resorted to this garbage called Color Oops. It got some of the black dye out and left my hair dry and helpless. Wah. So I cut it up to my shoulders and figured I would just wait it out.

June 2008: I decided I had enough of waiting for the black dye to grow and I was just going to cut the rest of it off. So I cut my hair to chin-length and was much happier.

December 2008: I was going to grow my hair long again, when I came across a picture in a magazine of a hairstyle called the "perfect pixie." I decided that is what I had to have. I brought it to my hairdresser and she chopped my hair off and I loved it. However, I was practically alone in that feeling.

January 2009-October 2009: I listen to my grandmother, my guy friends, and my dad tell me that my hair is too short. I hear my guy friends tell me I look like a lesbian, while my girl friends tell me I look like Rihanna. Finally, I am peer pressured and influenced enough by the boys to start to grow my hair out. My last haircut was in October 09.

December 2009: Convinced that long hair will bring the boys flocking, I invest in clip-in hair extensions. These are not cheap. I paid $80.00 for each package of hair extentions (and I had to get TWO), not to mention tip for my hair dresser. I had them put in on New Years Eve and took them out hours later because I do not look like me when my hair is to my elbows.

...and guess what? No flocking boys.

August 2010: Here I am. I went ten months without a haircut. I hated every second of it. It didn't look like me when I looked in the mirror and let's face it, no hair is so much easier. So last Thursday I ignored my mother, my father, my grandmother, and every boy I've ever talked to and had my hair chopped off to my pixie cut once again. Those few inches of hair felt like pounds of weight being lifted off my shoulders. So much better.

And! I can shower and do my hair in record time.