Oh, y’all. I think I’m gonna do it.
I think I’m gonna go back to my roots.
I’m filled with trepidation though. Because being a redhead wasn’t always a happy place for me.
I have many memories of being teased for my red tresses. And don’t think Audrey Hepburn red.
Think more Carrot Top red.
nosy curious, a few redheaded pics are posted here.
But I digress.
My man has wanted me to go back to red for a loooong time. And I’m finally at a place where the mere mention of it doesn’t make me bust a gut laughing.
And really? I’m tired of the maintenance. And the fact that most folks with long blond hair are roughly 20 years younger than me.
I’m old. And going red just seems more mature.
My appointment is tonight. Just hours away. So really, even if y’all wanted to, there isn’t time to stop me at this point.
Unless I completely chicken out. Which is a pretty good possibility given that I’ve been a bottle blond for as long as I can remember.
Will try to post a photo later.
If I’m not weeping uncontrollably.