H A I R today, gone tomorrow

Here's the thing guys.

As you already know, when I was told my hair was going to be red I kinda freaked out. A little excited, but mostly terrified. I was convinced that I would hate it.

But guess what? I really kinda, love it.

As of yesterday, it's been  t w o  months of long red locks and cliche nicknames like Ariel, Ginger, Little Orphan Annie, Paramore, Poison Ivy, Raggedy Ann... you would be surprised how clever the daily cat-callers off the streets of New York think they are when they identify me as a well-known red head, the list goes on and on. But as of this week, my mermaid days are numbered.

As much as I would love to stay a ginger for awhile longer, the roots are coming in quick, and I have bridesmaids duties to attend to. I refuse to be the girl that ruined the wedding pictures because she desperately needed a dye job.

Alas, a collage of red hair pictures, so you can all remember my ruby >> rose >> peach colored mane.

*I still reserve the right to refer to myself as a "mermaid" as I am now convinced I have found my true alter-ego + I still live at the seaport.

k. thanks. bye