I love changing my hair. Most changes are pretty low key, but that is what happens when your mom is a hair stylist. Lots of rules about what you can do to it or not.
I got straight across bangs, and this was very big for me. I think this is the tiny cut that gave me the bug to keep changing.
Oh my goodness. I went through "a little punk phase". I made my mom chop off my hair and weave brown in it.
I added more blonde and started letting it grow back.
Aha! Punk part two! Maybe emo? You wouldn't know it because I wasn't wearing makeup at this Christmas party. I used tons of eyeliner during this phase. I never took pictures of myself when it was first brown, and it was dark! It wasn't red like this picture. Maybe it was the lighting at the Christmas party(also why there isn't eyeliner covering my lids).
The lil' punk in me was slowly fading. So was my hair.
I went back to blonde
I added more blonde and let it keep growing...
I got straight across bangs again and hated it!
My desire for pink hair was temporarily dwindled when my mom let me get extensions.
Then I really lost it! I asked my mom to cut off 14 inches of hair!
I think this must have been the happiest I have ever been with my hair. ever. Pink!
Now back to the present- Ginger!