the end was just the beginning
Damn the myth that redheads don't go grey. I spent my youth boasting that my hair would mellow to blonde as I aged, but you should SEE my roots. Grey AS. I can't get to the hairdresser until next Wednesday, so I've bought some exorbitantly priced spray stuff to cover the worst bits up. The... Continue Reading →
My dear friend and fellow blogger Franki Hobson wrote a blog this week called "What it's really like to be ginger." It was sparked by the Ginger Pride Rally in Melbourne last week, organised by Buderim Ginger. Over the years, Franki spent thousands of dollars on becoming a bottle redhead and noted "While I did... Continue Reading →
It ain’t easy being a redhead. You're pale, you're freckly, your hair is a weird colour and people make fun of it. So it fills my heart with joy when I see photos of Roodharigendag, a yearly festival in the Netherlands for people with naturally red hair. Held last weekend in Breda, more than 5000 redheads from 80 countries attended, with the... Continue Reading →
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