In the 1990s, when I was in college and waiting tables, I screwed around with my hair quite a lot. It was almost always short, so it seemed pretty low investment if something went tragic with the science experiments I performed on my head. I look back wistfully, and with a little sting of embarrassment, on some photos from that era when my hair was impossibly neon yellow. Eh. I guess I needed a lot of attention.
Now, of course, I have a blog, because apparently, I still need a lot of attention. And since having babies, I’ve have a renewed interest in screwing with my hair. I haven’t gone red in fifteen years or more.
A little off? Here’s a nicer photo of me.
Pretty, right? Aren’t I pretty? GODDAMNIT INTERNET, TELL ME I’M PRETTY.
Okay. Here’s a nice one.
Better, mom and dad?