A streak of red

I would say I have a pretty open style when it comes to clothes. I love items that are a little outrageous or make a statement. I'm not always sure what statement I am sending but I get a big kick out of wearing something a bit out of the ordinary. In college my roommates and I would love to wear colored wigs (try that on BYU campus if you want to turn heads!), cowboy hats, plastic pants, big fur coats, etc. For awhile I rebelled against my femininity a bit and embraced my inner tomboy. I dyed the ends of my hair "grover blue" (sesame street), embraced my vans, and even sported a spiky leather wristband.

Since starting dental school I have mellowed out my style much more. I tried to adopt a professional style appropriate for school and my profession. Once they allowed us to wear scrubs I haven't done such a great job. I guess I am once again embracing my tomboy self with ponytails and "smurfy scrubs." I still try to uphold a professional appearance and now that I am married it seems less appropriate to wear plastic pants or a funny hat.

But...when I went home to Utah my sister had magnificent purple streaks in her hair despite being an employee of a very reputable company. So, with a little encouraging from my mom I had to follow suit and embrace my former wild, somewhat rebellious (come on, I don't really rebel any other way!) and go for it.

Here I am! The best part is it is "real Mongolian hair!" Only the best for the somewhat rebellious mormon girls of Utah.







I think I fit right in with my ultra-hip, edgy band hunk brother now.

And funny, I'm too scared to go blonde (something I've wanted to do for awhile) but going red didn't phase me at all.