My freshman year of college I had what I affectionately refer to as hippy hair.
It was long, dull, and just - blah. My hair was constantly up/pulled back for softball so I'm not sure I really knew how long and blah it was until Christmas time when there was a photo of the freshman at our holiday party. It was then that I realized I was in good company with my hippy hair because my best friend Tiff had hippy hair, too.
Anyway, with everything going on in my life, I was apparently unaware that my hair had reached the state of hippy yet again.
I wasted no time in going from gross to not-as-gross after enlisting help from Tiff and Rachel to find some hair-spiration.
Camden may or may not have been a little confused by this freshly groomed woman in his life - but he's getting used to it. And so am I.
Gone are the days when I could throw it all up in a pony or bun.
It's probably for the best.
Sayonara hippy hair!