Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Whoops
Okay see - I die my hair. No secret here. Been doing it since I was 17 or so. Sometimes I am sorta blonde, sometimes strawberry blonde and even to a light brown - though I will admit that my dream hair color would be a medium blonde with blue streaks - no joke. But haven't attempted it as I am most afraid of what the PTA/Cub Scouts folks would say to it so I have refrained up to this point. (maybe over this summer!) My Avitar pic is kinds what it was for the last several months - the hair only, the rest is ... well ... never mind.

But last night I made a "whoops".

I realize the box said Auburn - but the picture looked a lot lighter. Not so on my hair. It's dark. It's red. And did I mention dark. The kids keep laughing at me, Spare +1 in particular (might I add this is in between his bouts of ralphing!! - it's been a long night.) - "You look so funny, mom."

"Yeah, thanks."

A couple of my TWWers call me Red (I have a nickname and I didn't even have to make it up - ala George Kastanza from "Seinfeld" if you've seen the episode that just happened to be on the other day... But I digress) - well this morning that would be an understatement!

For those who know me face to face, know that I have freckles - lot's of 'em (though I have had a couple people say "I didn't realize that you have freckles" when I have complained about them before. Observant - I guess not! And the Auburn - and yes, it is Auburn - works with the freckles. Kinda Julianna Moore but with shorter hair and a much curvier ... everything!

I think I like it. I am not quite sure yet. I have wondered what it would look like to go this dark. Now I know.

I am a little afraid of what my mama's going to say ...
7 Comments:
Blogger Tsavo Leone said...
Mama always thinks of her little ones as just that (and you'll be the same). It don't matter what colour it is, or how long/short it is, Mama will always have something to say about how she liked your hair better when it was...

When mine was long it was always auburn, one way or another. When I cut it short I bleached it. As it grew again and the roots came through I dyed the ends blood red (and I had a six-eight inch goatee with a blood-stripe down the middle the entire time). When the ends were pink and the roots were as long as the pink bits I had it cut and re-bleached... and so on. And neither my Mum nor Dad ever said a word about it.

Give it a week... and if you still like what you see, well, Mama may jst have to get used to it.

Blogger Tsavo Leone said...
Kinda Julianna Moore but with shorter hair and a much curvier ... everything!

Great mental imagery... which I may have to steal!

Blogger Denise McDonald said...
Your image gets more ... diverse every time I hear. Red, pink, bald!!!

And here I though my blue stripes were radical!

Blogger Denise McDonald said...
I'm seeing the hunter... Am I right? Am I close? lol!

Blogger Bonnie S. Calhoun said...
Between you and Tsavo, I'm going to have nightmares. His new mask is scaring me...and to think of the hair you described.....hmmm I don't know if I like it, turn around and let me see the back?

Blogger Sandy J said...
I bet it looks great! It ALWAYS looks great! Am I prejudiced? Well, yes...but it still always looks wonderful!

Blogger Denise McDonald said...
Oh but Bonnie- hair is the spice of life - or some such thing =) It is an evergrowing canvas to create oneself - at least that's what I tell myself when I mess up my hair - I can lighten it and start all over!

Did I mention I cut it myself - maybe once every 18 mo I will pay someone to do it - creative =)

Sandy - biased/prejudice you ... never =)