I am getting my wig pimped today. Hombre!!
Yes, I just had it done differently last month. Which made me wonder many times I have had my hair colored or cut in the past couple of years.
My hairs must be exhausted. And, I think I have a hair addiction.
Thank goodness for Andrew, is all I have to say... well, and for a husband who could really care less about my hair.
Me with Sherrie and Griffin, circa June 2008
WHAT was I thinking with this color? Blech.
WHAT was I thinking with this color? Blech.
Me and Ian, July 2009
And then darker yet.
And then darker yet.
Us, January 2009
Then, shorter and lighter.
Then, shorter and lighter.
September 2009
Super short and super dark.
Super short and super dark.
More Mayle Girls, Thanksgiving 2009
Longer and lighter.
(Sherrie, your hair looks fab here, btw!)
Longer and lighter.
(Sherrie, your hair looks fab here, btw!)
20-year class reunion, August 2010
And, then lighter.
And, then lighter.
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I know this is stupid post that doesn't deserve a vote. It is about my hair for goodness sakes, but if you do feel so inclined, please click on the brown bar to vote, won't you, hombre?
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