the dirty tay

And to think Messy Dirty Daily Tay was a nickname I tried 

so hard to get away from in middle school.

You wear your hair in dreadlocks for two months after coming home from a family vacation to the Bahamas and suddenly everyone thinks you have dirty hair....

Thirteen year olds can be so mean.

My name is Taylor and I am no longer in middle school 

(thank God)

I am actually twenty five and I live in Chicago with my two guys, Chris and Harlow.

Chris is pictured above in case you weren't sure.

And Harlow (below) is my assistant and partner in crime.

He makes sure I stay active and carry enough plastic bags with me at all times.

But enough about that, let's talk about the evolution of my 

messy dirty hair.

Figure 1- The time the hairdresser talked me into getting a "Bob."

I called it the five-year-old-Bobby cut.

Figure 2- (right beside it) This is me growing out said Bobby.

I call it the San Diego shag because that's where I was living at the time.

I was also working for the Men In Black it would appear by my sunglasses.

Figure 3- (below Bobby) This is the product of me growing out the shag/cutting my own bangs.

It didn't work.

Figure 4- Jessica Simpson hair extensions in the house!

Sadly the box did not warn me about swimming in the ocean with these on spring break.

They didn't make it home from Acapulco 2007.

Figure 5- More homemade bangs.

And glued in extensions...

Figure 6- The "big city Chicago" cut. 

No more extensions. No more bangs.

For now...

I also just started a site called The Browse,
the blogging society at its best.

You should stop by and see who's being featured this week, maybe it's you!

Thanks again, Kelly, for having me on your wonderful site!

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