You’ve pretty much all seen my red hair, my new cropped style. Most
people complimented it. I really liked how it looked myself actually,
unexpectedly.
But, my red hair was not long for this world. Why? Well, it just
didn’t feel like 'me'.
Having met numerous new people since Shave or Dye, I found
myself telling them about it. Trying to 'explain' my red hair. It took a while
before it clicked with me what the problem was. I was trying to let them down
gently.
My red hair was cool, it was funky, exciting even. I am none
of those things. This was a rather depressing realisation, and at first I kept
my hair red, thinking perhaps it would boost my self esteem or something.
But I was still self-conscious. Everywhere I went, I felt
like a fraud. That at any moment I could be found out, and ridiculed.
Finally, the answer came to me. I don’t WANT to be cool. I’ve
been desperately uncool for thirty years and now is not the time to change. I
have no idea how one becomes funky, but it seems like it would take a lot of
effort. Exciting? That’s a day when you get three loads of washing dry, right?
So, I am once again a brunette. It’s still not my natural
colour, but it’s closer, and I’ll get my natural colour back in time.
I am a fairly boring person. I like to knit, and read, and
sit on the couch watching House and Bones and How I Met Your Mother with my
husband. I jump in muddy puddles with my kids, sing nursery rhymes and made-up
songs from morning till night (even in the office), and sometimes I mop my way out of the house in
the morning.
And, like my natural hair colour, that suits me just fine!
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