If you were ever to meet me in person, you probably wouldn't think I was a girly girl. I mean, I LIVE in jeans and t-shirts [although, I did wear a skirt about a week ago...had just shaved my legs and putting on jeans was just not gonna happen]. I keep my nails short and hardly ever polish them [a habit I picked up after a particularly gross anatomy and physiology lab that involved a ripped glove and a cat my group was dissecting] except for maybe a clear coat once in a while when I want them to shine. The only make up I wear is Bare Minerals foundation, mineral veil, and some mascara. To be honest, I have never mastered the art of putting on eye shadow without making myself look like a hooker or a man impersonating a woman.
My hair is still it's natural color [dark honey blond with natural high and lowlights and a tiny bit of strawberry blond when the light hits it just right...basically dirty blond but I don't think the term does it justice]. I've never, ever dyed it. I have always been scared I would ruin it forever and would never be able to get my natural color back. But ohmygoodness, how I want to.
My darlings. I want to be a redhead.
Not a gingery redhead [although, I think that is cute too...just wouldn't work with my skin tone]. I want dark, crazy, dramatic red. Borderline dark pink.
I see a trip to the salon in my future...maybe distant future but it'll happen. ;)
[Okay. I hate to channel Paris Hilton circa 2007 but, seriously ^that^ is hot.]
Funny thing is that I actually have been mistaken for a redhead before [a few times, actually]. WhatsHisName thought I was the first night we met. To be fair, it was dark and he was probably drunk off his ass but I should have taken that as I sign to get the hell out while I still had a chance. :::sigh::: Hindsights 20/20.
Whatcha think, loves? To dye or not to dye. That is the question.