I almost giggle every time I get comments on my fiery hair. See, I have a little secrect that actually isn't a secret at all (because I don't believe in them unless it is to keep harm from someone). I have been red and brown on and off for most of my life...Yep, not a true redhead, sorry guys hope that doesn't dissapoint too much. lol.
See, this time, I was brown because i had been growing it out and it is just easier that way. Well, when I rushed to Liz's bedside the first thing after she says my name is a question, "Where's the red?" She was very weak and that was all she could get out and it took hours and two of us to figure out what she meant. The next day she flung her hand at my hair and in an upset voice declared questioningly, "Red?" It was confirmed. One of her dying wishes was for me to go back red. Funny thing, I always change my hair whenever things become, too much...And they were...So this was one request I had already been considering. I bought the hair color and did it later that night. Now, a word of advice...
Never, and I mean, NEVER, try to double process your own hair at 2 to 4 am at a hospice hospital when you have had about 4 hours sleep in about 3 days, Yep, I screwed it up. She could not tell. She saw it red before her sight went, she happily chortled, "Reeed..." and smiled the best she could. That was a request I gave her and now (after a fix-up at a salon) seems to be working for me...So I guess sisters know best. And know matter how silly a request may be, under the right circumstances all should be heeded. I should have been born a redhead I'd save so much money. But that is okay, Liz would agree I should stay this way.
