Twenty-five years ago —
I came home from Sweden with blue hair, much to my parents’ shock and my sister’s delight.
At least I think she was delighted. Kind of hard to tell in this photo. Certainly I was glad to be back home. It was a great experience, my year abroad, but it was also hard, the hardest year of my (admittedly easy) life, in fact — until 2005 rolled around.
The blue was already beginning to wash out by this time, revealing the bleached blond underneath.
I’m wearing a gray flannel three piece suit I picked up at a secondhand shop in Stockholm. In this getup I felt like a rock star, and I pretended to be one on the flight home. I’m not sure anyone was fooled except maybe myself.
an awesome look! why such a hard year?
Thanx Liz. I think being 18 had a lot to do with it. It probably would have been a hard year even if I wasn’t up by the Arctic Circle. (Despite the references to Stockholm in this post I was only there a few weeks. Most of my time was spent far, far to the north.)
i’m glad you made it though that year. 18 can definitely be tricky. i’m looking forward to you dying your hair blue again.