My many colors

Most of the time when you are referring to your "colors" there is some connotation to personality traits or qualities. Not this time, I am literally referring to my color. . . hair color that is. I was looking through some pictures cause it was time for a color and I realized that I have been pretty much every color possible. And I'm not really sure what I like best. Blond, brown, black, red. . . they all have their pros and cons.












As you can tell, they go in a cycle, like most people I believe. We all want to be light in the summer and dark in the winter. It wasn't always that way, but pretty close.

When Sophie was born I went 9 months without coloring my hair. It was madness! I called it my hippie stage because my hair was long and straight and I rarely even styled it. I had been planning on donating it once I lost the baby weight, but I got tired of waiting and decided to do it anyway. So in February I cut off 12 inches and got some highlights.


1 month later I was bored so I did this:


2 months later I did this (more highlights)


and 6 months later here I am- back to what I call my natural state of red. For some reason I feel more myself with red hair. My mom and Grandma hate it red so sorry guys. I guess I've always gone back to this so it makes me feel comfortable.


I consider it a blessing to be a girl and have the option of changing your hair. It's a fun way to be creative!