I've been accused of being a red-head from the time I was 15. I'd never really thought of myself as a ginger, but my grandpa said so. I was visiting with my step-granny one Sunday morning before Sunday School, when Grandpa walked up and asked, "Did you put red highlights in your hair?"
No, I hadn't colored my hair at all. That was its natural color.
That was the first time I'd ever been accused of being a red-head, but it wasn't the last. Even after I started coloring my hair, I'd been told I had red highlights. No, sir, it's not red. It's medium ash blonde. Because that's what it says on the box.
Time goes by. I didn't think much about my hair color, but sometimes I did think about it. I wondered if I could pull it off -- being a ginger. This morning, I was watching Criminal Minds reruns on Netflix, and Garcia was suddenly a red-head. I took it as a sign, so while I was in the store, I took the first step towards taking the plunge.
Buying the dye is one thing. Actually using it is another. So, what do you think? Should I go red, or should I stay blonde? Or light brown, as the case may be.
I took another plunge yesterday. I finally joined Instagram. For anyone still under the same rock I was, Instagram is a photo sharing social media site. You take photos with your phone, and they have these nifty little built in filters that add effects to your pictures. See, I took this picture of spider lilies in my front yard.
And applied an Instagram filter to it here.
Cool, huh? Here is a lovely shot of Rylea
made even lovlier by an Instagram filter.
And it only took one single click on my phone to make it happen.
As I was leaving for the store, I looked back and saw this.
Jesse says, "Why you go wifout me, Mama?"
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