A recent post by my good friend Kevin Brennan inspired me to post this picture of me from 2007.
In my case, it wasn’t bad haircuts that “caused” me to take my husband’s beard trimmer to my head. It was years of dying my very hair to its “natural” color. That natural color seemed to get darker with every application, and so my gray roots showed sooner and sooner as well, leading me into a vicious cycle of expensive salon dying and cheap do-it-yourself dying until I just got sick of it.
It took all of 6 years to get to this length.
And I have absolutely no plans whatsoever to ever “shave” it off again.
Next time I’m frustrated with my hair, I’ll just put a fruit helmet on.