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 →
Being a redheaded, left-handed woman means I've endured a few brushes with discrimination in my time ... but at least I'm not a redheaded man. As I've touched on previously in a blog called Hug A Ginger Day, redheaded men have it tough. Even I'm not entirely keen on them (redheaded women tend to be... 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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