For the past decade, I have been an absolute slave to the master that is my hair. College kicked off a desperate attempt to resist the inevitable. My baby blonde was fading fast. Highlighting quickly became a way of life. After all, I was Meghan "The cute little blonde". I had a rep. Had to live up. Well, early last fall, I let the girl who was doing my hair at the time (read: student at Aveda) go all over blonde. And many of you remember how horrific the news anchor blonde was. Shockingly horrific. And since Aveda is like a bad boyfriend to me, I went back. To. the. same. girl.* for a fix. A fix that involved a lot of hair dye in a lovely chestnut color. So for the first time in my life, I was a brunette. I know you all remember Lea's reaction. No? Well, let me remind you. "Hey, that is Meghan Greene't butt, but that isn't her hair!" Yes. She not only thought those words, but said them out loud. So, here we are 12 months later, and I have done something that I have never done in my 20s. That's right.
#15 of 20: Go a year without coloring my hair.
Here is a recent photo taken from the last game that Florida State won. My hair is pretty darn close to natural. It really is a nice low maintenance place to be.
* Yes, it is true. She even invited me to her baby shower. Customer of the year, that's me.
