My Hair Archives, Because.
January 20, 2019
In some ways I am like other women I suppose. I swoon for Ryan Gosling; I love collecting creams and salves and dresses; I’m a romantic fool. But in a ton of other ways, I’m like no other woman. Or like no other woman I have met at least. But this post is about something I have in common with many.
I use my hair as a meter of how I am and where I’m at. Not for you, but more for me. With a hair change on the horizon, I started to get hair nostalgic… and introspective about how this ritual has remained a constant since high school. So many colors in so many years. Changing my hair was always in tandem with other changes (or lack of changes) I was experiencing at the time. A way to distinguish an epoch. Look back with me!
Black & Brown.
Blonde & Red.
I decided I must capture my dark, longish hair before the goodbye. And that I also must put on a ridiculous Snow White costume that I’ve never worn… because it just won’t look the same come tomorrow. Oh and I also had a Cleopatra get-up that was way too large that also needed my dark hair.
Goodbye Hair Photoshoot
My #20YearChallenge 
Thank you for joining me on this FOGO-inspired piece of time travel. FOGO is the opposite of FOMO, which is related to JOMO, but is a temporary, seasonally affected condition.