When I moved to Washington state from Louisiana when I was ten, I watched my hair go from a golden honey blond.
|Mom and me in 1980 which is a year or two after moving to La.|
|This is me a year after living in Wa. And obviously before braces. And mullets were in style. Ack! Now that's keepin' it real.|
|I'm fifteen and only have about a year left to be a blond. And one-eyed.|
|Hiding my braces here. This is the tail end of teenage, blond Marisa.|
|Me and the older. Tye-dye and polka dots. What the hell was I thinking.|
|This is when I went through my "I'm not wearing makeup anymore" phase. Glad I came out of that one. This was also when I started to lose teeth in my sleep.|
For the next almost two decades, I switched back and forth from blond to brown, with various shades of red thrown in for shits n' gigs.
|Do you remember when wearing leggings with scrunchy socks and sandals were in style. Yeah, me neither.|
|My Favorite of our wedding photos.|
|Yes, that is an orange hair-tie around my wrist. Classy, right?|
|The younger with green tips. This was a practice run for what was coming.|
|This kid is bring back the sixties.|
|My younger and me with our colors.|
|My older rockin' the pink.|
|I'm not sure what's going on with my eye being half shut. Maybe I'll have someone else take the picture next time.|