Past Adventures : Hair Dying
This is one ridiculous post. Just warning you.
I was looking through old photos. Photos from our dating days…back when we were youthful and well-rested and still could name top forty songs, remember our middle names and had time for things like eating. Jeremy had his own apartment close to my parents house (where I lived post-college) and we spent a lot of time there…doing really important things…things with meaning and life-changing results.
I’m just gonna call it….we were weird.
I had a wild hair to switch things up with do…
And yes…this ‘everything blog’ just stepped into hair coloring.
My sister came over because I wanted to take my normally brown hair and do one of those ‘wash-out-in-23-washes’ kits to make it more red.
We joked that the bath tub looked like a murder scene and considered reenacting things like something out of a gore-movie. If cell phones took pictures back then, we probably would have instagrammed it. Oh how things have changed
And we are done.
Or maybe not…
Just consider me laughing my head off at this series of photos…
I love this man. I love this man so freaking much. And I am apologizing honey for putting this on the internet.
The next day, he dyed his ‘homemade highlights’ back to the normal color.
And my hair stylist dreams were crushed