Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And eat men like air.

Monday, April 06, 2009 Posted In , Edit This 11 Comments »

Sylvia Plath did have a way with words.


This weekend, I dyed my hair red. Or as Mark Twain would say...
“When red-haired people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.”


Actually, it is medium auburn, or so the box declared that I purchased.

I think I like it. I have been red before, back in my days of late nights, clubs, and excessive enjoyable amounts of alcohol.

Anyways, I'll save the rambling for another post. I am still trying to get over this shipping fever I've caught and I'm not really up to waxing poetic on the virtues of Clairol.



So here's a before:




Then a pic from last night:




And a couple of crummy pics from today while I was out feeding horses. I had to take them myself and they suck, but a few nagging readers aren't patient enough to wait and I do aim to please. Sometimes.






11 comments:

Devan said...

I like!

Laurie said...

I love it on you!! Interestingly, I just dyed my hair red last week. LOL Yay red!

Gwen said...

Looks great!!!!

Heather said...

I love it! I love red hair :)

Laura said...

You look FANTASTIC!!!

Kelli said...

Beautiful!!!

April said...

Awesome. You look great!

Amanda said...

Oh I LOVE IT!!!

Lisa said...

Oooooh! I LOVE it T!

Major Bedhead said...

Oooh, I like it.

My hair's darker than yours, so it never comes out that bright. If I could afford to, I'd pay someone to do it for me and keep it up on a monthly basis.

Jann said...

I love the hair!!!