It's all about hair...

See, I told you I'd be back to blogging about hair. I can't help it. I'm obsessed. Scot talks about how his hair is too puffy, then there's Christian who doesn't have any hair. Leah's hair is so tangled that I can't even comb it. It's just all about hair here in the Simon house. But, I'm going to talk about my hair. Why? Because I can.

I recently went to a family party where I saw my great aunt who took one look at my hair and was horrified. She was horrified at the color. "Your hair is BROWN!" she said to me, over and over and over. I'll admit that it used to be blonder.

But as the years have gone by, I have gravitated back towards my natural color. I don't want to deal with the chemicals and expense. Anyway, she was horrified by my hair. I tried to explain that my hair stylist had recently had twins and that my hair had been neglected for a while. She didn't care. I think this is where my recent obsession with hair started...

Okay, in my defense, in the above picture I was on a boat and I had that whole "windblown" look going on.

While I can admit that my hair probably did look better blonder, I'm going to stay with the natural look. It's just easier and I'm all about going the easy route these days. But, I'd like to point out that I have had worse hairstyles. For example, there was the bob (that Scot hated)...

Then there was my red/stawberry blonde period of time (why did I think I should wear orange with red(ish) hair???)... and those are some serious bangs!

Then there was my wild and curly - lets just let it all hang out all over my head. Holy cow! How much hairspray was I using for this hairstyle?

Then there was the hairstyle that looked like I poured a bottle of peroxide over my head. What was I thinking? I blame this look on the sun and saltwater....Then there was the time when I just chopped it off. Why did I do that? I have so much hair that when it's short, it just puffs out like a big 'ole bush. My hair is as tall as it is long in this picture! I remember spending a lot of time getting it to look like this. Wow. What a waste.

Then there was my long, blonde, perfectly curled hair. This style took way too long to do every day! Although I admit that it did look good when I took the time.

So, I'm back to having brown hair. What to do? I guess I should just be glad that I have hair. That's more than I can say for some people in this house. I guess my great-aunt will just have to get over it. There's no telling what future hairstyles are coming down the pike for me. Clearly I've made some wrong turns along the way. I guess I'll be ahead of the game as long as my hairstylist doesn't have any more children! And honestly, I like having the same haircolor as my daughter. There are very few ways that she is like me and this is one of them!