A brief history of my hair:
I used to have long, long hair.
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Then, due to an unfortunate accident involving a Murder Mystery party and a bottle of hair gel, I tearfully had to hack it all off. The cut was short, but it grew on me. Bahaha. See what I did there? Hair? It grew on me? No...
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Then I grew it out again, only to have it butchered yet again in a tragic hair show. I refuse to upload pictures of the resulting mullet. Yes. A mullet. You will just have to use your imagination.
What happened in October of 2011 is still pretty baffling to everyone that knows me. I’m still not quite sure what possessed me. Let's just claim temporary insanity and leave it at that.
I dyed it orange. NEON orange.
“Oh, surely it wasn’t that bad,” you say.
So here’s some visual proof. Warning: the following photo may singe your eyeballs.
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Long story short, I did what I could to dye it back. Two dye jobs later, and you can still see a reddish tint in my hair. My poor, abused, barely-shoulder-length hair.
I have some time to grow my hair out, but I'm not sure it's enough. I still have no idea whether I want to wear it up or down on the day of the wedding. I’ll have to figure that out soon, though, because I've already scheduled my hair trial. I don’t know if I want to try dying my hair dark again right before the wedding, or if I should just deal with the reddish highlights .
Any hair horror stories out there? Should I dye my hair once more right before the wedding?



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