The Hippie Chic

New hairs. Was sick of the shitty texture of blonde and the fading pastels.

I take a ridiculous amount of photos of myself. What can I say, I’m a vain camera whore. But I’m glad because I have a pretty complete record of the last ten years of my hair, which you see here in chronological order. There’s a few things missing, like there weren’t any good photos of the blue streaks, and the purple streaks, both from just a few years ago. And of course this isn’t complete by any stretch, but it gives the right idea on how much I change my style. I actually wish I had the 10 years before this, too. Because I pretty much started doing weird things to my hair about 19 years ago and I was instantly addicted to change.

There is only one photo in this collage that has my natural hair color. 4th row down, second from the right.

Haircut muthafuckas!

Gettin fancy, going out. Yay weekend!!!

Rainbow hair, redux. The pink is too light and there’s too much yellow and it’s too neon, but ya know, work in progress and all. Oh, and I over-bleached and kind of fried it, whoops!

I will try again with the pink and purple over the weekend so it is more balanced.

I always say I do my own hair because it would cost too much to do as much crap to it as I do. But honestly, I do it because it’s kind of a gamble to do it myself. Whenever I leave the hair dresser I’m not as shocked about my hair as I want to be. It’s like extreme sports, but extreme beauty. You just don’t know. Your hair might all fall out. I think I’d do it myself even if I was rich.

Also, it’s like a weird mood I have to be in, and you never know when it’s going to hit. When it does, I have to do it right away. There’s no waiting for an appointment. I think that is a mental disorder, right?

In conclusion, bleach feels itchy and crawly all over my head. And I love it. It feels ALIVE.

I wish I had a real camera to take better quality photos, but I wanted to share my crazytown makeup. Partly inspired by Delirium from Sandman (who I realized I’ve been unintentionally turning into, hair-wise) and partly inspired by MAKEUP IS FUN YOU GUYS.

Oh, also a leg/foot shot for those interested in hot pink lace trim footless tights and turquoise sandals. I know I am. Obvs.

Gonna go get my dance on.

It’s official. I have lost my mind. It’s an every weekend project. An addiction if you will.

What can I say, I want to be rainbow brite.

There is so much crazy going on with my hair right now it is kind of ridiculous.

Pink and purple were my favorite colors as a kid. I don’t really have a favorite color now, I like all of them. But it’s fun to go back to my little girl standbys.

Haven’t really been this pleased with my hair in years. Love having the side shaved because it makes me feel like having short hair while actually having long hair. Or something. Did that make any sense? I’m tired, ok? Let me play with my stupid webcam.