1987 – Fatty Mo rockin’ the mohawk
Pigtails & Dad (when he had hair)
Naptime at preschool, then: “Smile, Morgan!” …
Big bows, scraggles, and little brother.
3rd grade flyaways & vest action.
Senior photo – hated my hair that day.
Chunky highlights (Sarah, recognize this place? haha)
Blonde and some roots at Steph’s wedding.
The Big Black Mistake.
aaaand the dark, growing-out, in between, sucky stage.
As you can tell, I have some hair issues. Let’s not talk about the first half of my life — I don’t hold myself fully responsible for that mess. But since I’ve been coloring my hair, I have yet to commit to a single shade for more than a few months. I’ve been black, blonde, and everything in between. I have my favorites, and I have my those-photos-need-to-be-destroyed-not-so-much-my-favorites.
Tomorrow I have an appointment and I’m dying (get it, DYE-ing? har-har) for a change. I already know I’m going to keep growing it out… I’ve commanded my hair stylist not to let me talk her into cutting a bob again (those things are the devil to grow out, let me tell ya…), but the color is the big question.
So now what? Suggestions? Is anyone as color-happy as I’ve been?