If anyone knows me, they know I'm a wuss when it comes to hair. The first time I colored my hair, I was 16 and rendezvouing on my first out-of-state internship in farm-filled Iowa, where I granted some chick all-out access to my virgin hair. It was during the times where boxed dye gave you a cap, punched out with little holes all over the surface, through which you were supposed to pull out chunks of hair and dunk them in bleach. Needless to say, the results were less than spiffy, leaving me horrified and with the sort of "chunky" tiger-striped highlights I swore only valley girls and bimbos outfitted. Anyway, since coming to NOLA and finding a stylist I swear by, I've taken another leap of faith. Here's just a few of the looks in my evolution of hair.
The first time I colored my hair, I hated it. I went from an almost noir-black to an all over red-dy tint. Here's me looking all sex-a-fied.
Then I graduated to a richer, chocolate brown, interlaced with wisps of out-grown honey. My hair was soooo long!
And the most recent look with me, featuring the new 'do: short, funky and darker all around. What'dya think? 
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