I recently discovered a treasure-trove of photos from my University days.
Now, as I grew up in an offline world, very few of these precious memories have been digitalised for your online amusement, but looking back over the years, I realise that there is one area of my life where I have consistently ignored the pleas of my good friends. Surprisingly, it’s not the men in my life that have evoked the loudest uproar, but rather my laissez-faire approach to my follicles.
I get bored of my hairstyle surprisingly quickly, and often cannot be deterred from trying something new, even when everyone I know thinks it’s an incredibly bad idea.
So I have decided to scan and document a few of my best and worst hair moments for your enjoyment. Feel free to vote on your favourite in the comments section below…
And yes, naturally I realised that an entire gallery of photos of myself is more than a little vain and self-involved, but who cares? It’s my blog and I’ll post pictures of myself with a multitude of stupid hairdos if I want to…
We may as well start with my 80’s crimes against hair, although in my defence, these particular styles were mostly my mother’s fault. Plus I was adorable and could therefore pull off almost anything.
Moving onto a later time, the nineties, and then of course the naughties….
Try to focus on the hair, and not the 4 topless men carrying me – that’s another story altogether…
And then I went red….
I do miss my eyebrow ring though….
Red still is one of my favourites, even though it’s a bitch to maintain, and tends to leave me looking orange most of the time. See below for evidence of weird orangey-gingerness….
And then of course, came the awkward attempt to phase out the red, which left me somewhat multi-coloured at times…
But it soon settled down….
God I miss my Britney hat…
And then came the particularly ill-advised braid incident….
Yes, I really did think this looked awesome. No, not one of my friends could convince me otherwise.
Luckily they didn’t last too long…
The night before getting the chop…
Had my hair lopped off AND chemically straightened in South Korea – I liked it, but once it started to grow out it looked very weird – curly at the roots and straight at the ends….
And here we have proof that the windswept look is not in fact as sexy as it might sound….
And then I went red again (well, mostly orange again at first, thanks to the henna, then later red…)
And then of course there was that time I was in a Nepali music video….
(So naturally I had no control over what they did with my hair….)
And then my hair got accidentally dyed black.
I was not amused.
And neither was the dude checking out my arse at this Bon Jovi concert at Wembley Stadium.
Then I got bored so I chopped it all off again.
And then I got bored again so I tried out a fringe – it didn’t take….
This is why I shouldn’t go to bed with wet hair…. (I call it “Late-night hot-tub hair” in case you were wondering…)
And then to phase out the red again…..
And then I went to the Philippines and the humidity took over.
I was compared to this….
And also this…..
Sometimes I woke up and my hair was practically vertical….
Leaving me looking very much like a psycho….
I blame my father’s naturally curly hair. I’ve clearly inherited his genes and they took a while to show through.
In case you’re wondering, I’ve recently be considering dying my hair pale purple and having a super-short pixie-cut, but I’m confident that look only works on women with straight hair – mine’s guaranteed to go curly and weird….
Watch this space….
Well, here is the update – my hair went a few new colours!
First bleach blond…
Then the colours go on…
Aaaaaaand – MERMAID HAIR!
Then the blue faded out, and I had to go purple…
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