Changing hairstyles just comes with the territory when you are a hair stylist. I don't think I have stuck with the same do' or color for more than a few months. There are just so many to choose from, by the time I get my hair grown out, I find a short style I like, so out come the shears and... CHOP! After I go short, growing it is a fun process because it takes me through the different lengths and I get to experiment along the way.
Right now, I am collar bone length, and I am my natural color (the last picture is very recent) which is kind of nice since I almost forgot what it looked like. I figured I would experience it for awhile, before I start getting those gray's and feel like covering them up! I am about to turn 34, and have not seen a gray hair...yet.
Did you notice I have at least part of my forehead covered with hair in every picture? No joke, I have a forehead that goes on forever, so I soften it up with bangs. On top of that, I have ears that stick out! Needless to say, you will never see all my hair slicked back in a classy chignon...
Ah-ha, ha! That reminds me of a story I must tell you.
My high forehead and "sticky-outie ears" are responsible for my husband and I getting in our first fight as a married couple. We were on our honeymoon, I know... sad day, but oh-so-funny now!
We were in Florida, just boarding our cruise ship. We were giddy and googly eyed, ready to tackle the Caribbean as husband and wife. My adoring husband had the camera around his neck and was ready to capture every moment. (we came back from our honeymoon with 13 rolls of film to develop) We went up to the deck of the ship to watch the sun- set and the ship leave the dock. My husband must have been in awe of my beauty,(ha) because he was determined to take my picture. Usually, I would get posey and cheese ball it up, but at this moment there was NO WAY I was going to let him take my picture. Why? Because...we were on a ship...on the deck...leaving the dock...and... THE WIND WAS BLOWING! It wasn't just a little breeze, it was a super- duper strong wind, blowing right in my direction, lifting all my lovely, long locks and exposing my mile-high forehead and fievel-the-mouse ears. I could not turn with my back against the wind, because the whole point was to capture the sunset behind me. He just could not believe I would not let him, and I just could not believe he wouldn't take no for an answer! Both of us had our heels (flip-flops) dug so far into that ship deck, I'd love to go back and see the marks.
I think I got my way, and my poor husband pouted...that is, until we got to our cabin. Then we both remembered that we were on our honeymoon and got busy making up.:)
Its been 13 years, and yes, I am over my jumbo forehead and my dumbo ears. I have a wonderful man who loves me and thinks I am beautiful, and I have a God who knew what He was doing when He created me, and who loves me more than I can imagine.
I hope you enjoyed my do's from the last 4 years. I am now growing it long again. We'll see how far I get before I get bored, then....CHOP!