Top Ten Throwbacks #2

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If you missed yesterday's post...I'm going on a little trip down memory lane to look at how life has changed since I started blogging twelve years ago. Yesterday was a look at the changes (for the better!!!) in technology in that time span. Today I bring you one of my favorites.

Here is the original post, which is really not all that exciting, in my opinion, but the pictures are ever so priceless.

In 2006, actually right before I started blogging, I went to my 10 year high school reunion. My main goal was to look very different from the way I looked in high school. (That actually wasn't too hard. Losing the perm took care of that mostly by itself.)

But I had started to go gray, which I blame entirely on my job in the world of math, and I did NOT want to show up to my reunion looking all matronly.

I'd been coloring my hair on my own for a while, but of course the one time it counted, the box of color failed, failed, failed me.

This is how I looked one week before my reunion:

I mean, isn't it just SO PRETTY?????

Orange is not my color.

My friend Marie, who put the color on for me, urged me to wash it out several minutes ahead of the timer, and I did, but it still came out as you see above. She rushed to the store to buy a new box to fix it, but ummmmm….

Not much better. As you can see, I got a cut shortly after the second attempt, but the lady who cut my hair was so booked in her schedule, she didn't have time to fix the color disaster for me. She could only cut it. She felt so bad about it, though, that she gave me everything I needed to fix the color with professional ingredients, and then a lady from my Bible study (who was also a hair stylist, though I didn't know it at the time) actually applied it for me. And she nixed my unibrow, which was super nice of her.

So by the time I went to the reunion, I did have nice, normal colored hair.  And I did win the award for most changed since high school! But this little adventure remains my absolute favorite hair story. I don't do my own color anymore. (I do touch up roots myself, but I'm very cautious about the colors I pick!)

Any of you have a good hair disaster story out there somewhere? Cut? Color?