So Amber and I did a thing yesterday.
Amber is the girl who does my hair. She is some kind of Goddess, y’all!
At first I was super anxious. But then I took a big breath and said, “I trust you.” We both giggled and she went to mix the color. After she cut my hair and started to dry it, every eye in the joint was on us. (That’s more pressure than a girl like me needs, but Amber ate it up!)
I’ve been redhaired since the moment I was born with the teeniest bit of strawberry peach fuzz on my head. When I was a little girl it was bright orangey-red, very Annie. And yes, I have been known to sing Tomorrow…and Maybe!
When I was pregnant with Thing 2 it got darker and darker, theoretically she was taking my red for her own. The reality is she was the warmest chocolately-color brunette you ever saw. (And my hair did end up going back to normal.)
Before my fortieth birthday, there were strands of pure white growing from my head. In concentrated spots, no less. The beauty of that is for the most part, it reads as blonde highlights in my strawberry hair.
In the last few years I’m noticing how much it continues to fade. The vibrant red is really just pale strawberry with white.
All my life, I have loved being a redhead.
This copper color is still a bit shocking for me, but I can’t deny it’s gorgeous!
My husband, two sisters, two daughters, not to mention a salon full of stylists and clients agree they all love it! I’m on my way to school in a bit, let’s see what the teachers and kids have to say.
Here’s an old photo of my hair just for comparison.
Whether you prefer strawberry or copper, I’m down with my red hair!
(I know you’re wondering. Yes, it is as soft as it looks.)
