That one time I looked like a Dragon Ball Z character

So almost a year ago, this happened.

I was going for the whole platinum pixie thing…except I was hoping to avoid the so-platinum-and-damaged-my-hair-is-falling-out look. I had a picture, but I think the concept just confused the student at the cosmetology school where I had scheduled my appointment, so I ended up with macaroni and cheese orange and 90’s frosted tips. I believe after sending this photo to my mother she said, “Oh it’s not that bad!”

And I said, “Noyoudon’tunderstanditsreeeeeeeallybad. LikeIlooklikeananimecharacterbad.” Between texts with her I called my fabulous hair stylin’ younger sister Emma and begged for advice. And I was breaking the law because I was having both conversations while driving to Target to buy some hats and scarves to cover the monstrosity that was my head. Because I was absolutely sure that every other driver on the road was being blinded by the beacon of my flaming hair. So I was really acting for the greater good.

This isn’t the first time I’ve made a poor hair styling choice (or, rather, a poor choice in hair styler). Several years ago I went to Fantastic Sam’s for a trim and came out with a blunt, longer-in-the-back-than-in-the-front bob that was considerably shorter on one side and had no shape whatsoever. My roommate Lindsey described it as “sketch.” It’s the closest I’ve ever come to crying after a haircut.

Emma informed me that doing anything further at this point would be incredibly damaging to my hair, so I would have to wait at least a week before having it colored again.

I bought a cute bowler hat and two scarves.

Someday I’ll learn.