October 6, 2020

I’ve always wanted red hair. Both my paternal grandparents were red heads, so I was in with a running chance. Sadly, I got brown hair, but I also got olive skin which they didn’t have, so I suppose there’s something for everyone. I’ve dyed my hair twice in my life, and both attempts were at a rich, pre-Raphaelite red. In the first instance, the result was more of a tango orange, and the second, Christmas Eve, 1994, was a Gothic plum. Barring some golden highlights in the late 90s, I’ve since accepted by natural brown (with lightening bolts of grey) locks. I do still double take every time I see a red head though. They are beautifully rare, after all.


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