I've been resurrected from the blogging dead... as a roodharige. Ever since seeing Run Lola Run for the first time about eight years ago, I've secretly wanted blazing red hair. I've been feeling increasingly apathetic about my style as my belly grows bigger and bigger (and bigger and bigger); this change was exactly what I needed.
With the mister coming home the next morning and autumn nipping through my coat, I dropped the kid at a friend's around the corner yesterday (thanks, Kate!) and, at a cheapo neighborhood salon, made the plunge. Into a figurative vat of red dye.
Happy metamorphosis, chrysiles!