Old Red
It used to happen to me all the time. People would walk up to me and tell me what beautiful, naturally red hair I had; how I looked like a little Irish girl, etc. I would just smile and say “thank you,” unless I couldn’t hold it in, of course, then I’d bust out laughing.
I am not a natural red head. I am not a natural blonde, either. Sure, I had the platinum blonde hair when I was little, but gradually it got darker; never to a really dark brown, but brown nonetheless.
When I was entering the 10th grade, I begged my mom to let me do something to my hair and she finally agreed. I bought this “summer blonde” stuff, or whatever it was called; it was a lightener, not a dye. Either way, I had orange hair for a little while (but no good/close scans, sorry). My dad didn’t notice.
I continued screwing with my hair all through high school and the first set of college. It was usually a blondish-reddish-barely-brown color.
There was one time I had pink hair. It was just over four years ago, 2001. I had mostly blonde/lightlightbrown hair and I opted for this bright red color. The color was absolutely grabbed by the blonde and it became pink! The day before I had to go to a wedding, too. Luckily my hair was short and I did this pin-up thing so it hid most of the pink. Eventually it toned down.
My mom even started telling me things like, “You know, I think you look better with blonde hair.” And she even bought me some blonde haircolor she found on discount. Thanks, Mom.
When I got pregnant with Elijah, I quit with the hair altogether. Slowly it grew out and I eventually had it layered to get rid of the light part at the bottom.
You know, the one thing I’ve always wanted to do to my hair, but have never had the guts? Dye it black. Yes, black. I know it won’t look good on me (I’ll look like a ghost) but I’ve always wanted to try it anyway. When I mentioned that my senior year or so, my mom basically forbid me to dye my hair black. Haha!
So today I have dyed my hair red again. Only, I think I dyed my sink better than my hair took this time. Oh well, it’s subtle at least.
Now the question is, when Steve gets home in a few hours - will he notice? ;-)
You know, along with the ups and downs of the hair color rollercoaster, my hair has also been long then short then long then short, etc. I never really talked about it here, but the last time I got my hair cut was last month and Sheila did it. :) It was a whim, she’d cut her own and I had joked earlier about her doing mine and I finally said, okay do it, I’m sick of this length. She did a good job, especially for a 15-year-old with no experience. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this many compliments on a haircut before! Weeks afterward people still came up to me at church to say how nice it looked. Hey, Sheila - I need a trim! :cute:
