As most girls do, I have a very tight-knit relationship with my hair.
When I was little, my hair was so long that I constantly sat on it. I begged for a short hair cut, but my mom was too attached to it to cut it short. I got my first real haircut in 5th grade, and that’s when the addiction began.
I can’t really think of a hairstyle that I haven’t had. I give all the credit where it’s due, to my wonderful friend and amazing hair stylist, Shelby. She’s the only reason my hair wasn’t a constant disaster. When I let Shelby do what she wanted, people wanted to copy me. There were, however, times that I sat in her chair, showed her a picture in a magazine, and would not budge against her wise protests. (To be clear: anything you see here that’s cute, is attributed to Shelby. Anything you see that’s hideous, that was all me.)
I have let my hair grow for a few years now, longing for luxurious mermaid style locks. I finally have them, and wow… there’s the itch. So today I’m having my hair cut with a new stylist (RIP glorious days of living in the Austin area) and I’m nervous. We’ll see if anyone else could possibly be as trustworthy and talented as Shelby.
Here’s a tribute to my hairy past: The Good, The Bad, and The Ridiculous:
Not sure how well you can tell, but my hair is pink. Hot Pink. Like the color of Sweet and Sour sauce. Yum.
(Side note: That’s also the summer that I wore a swim suit under my clothes every day, just in case there was an opportunity for swimming.)
Orange you glad you colored your hair at home, Kelsey?
A-ha. Finally figured out that if I let her, Shelby could right a myriad of wrongs.
And why WOULDN’T I go to London looking exactly like Elton John?
And this is where things start to get out of control.
Mmhmmm. See what I mean? Only Gwen Stefani can actually be… Gwen… Stefani.
Oh yeah, hey there, bangs-that-didn’t-work-for-you.
Not pictured, is 2 months later, when swimming every day with over-processed hair had turned my hair bright, neon green. Which brings us to the only way to cover up such horrifically green hair:
You must color it. You must color it dark, and you must color it red, because it’s the opposite of pale and green.
And this, I believe, is when I learned my lesson. So it’s gone from there, I have been careful to leave my hair alone and not make any blunders.
For good measure:
That’s the beautiful work that Shelby did for my wedding. 🙂
And here we are now, long and normal and naturally colored.
We’ll see what happens at noon today. Is anyone else nervous?
EDIT: Love my new hair, wondering if I’ll ever grow it out again? I feel like short might be more flattering on my long, narrow face.