Call Me Red

Boy have things been crazy in my neck of the woods! On only about 3 weeks notice, we packed our stuff up, and moved across the US from Kansas City to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. We arrived on January 3rd, and since then, Jeff (the husband) has gone out of town, Leon (the 3 month old baby) has started teething, and Jeff has had to prepare for teaching his very first college class. He actually has his first day today, so my fingers are crossed that things are going well.

I have been spending my days completely overwhelmed with kids, dogs, a very fussy baby, and a house full of half-unpacked boxes. (I should share that I have been promised a reprieve this weekend. Jeff will help unpack, hold the baby while I unpack, take the kids out so I can work, occupy the kids here so I can leave and get some writing done, whatever I need. I am very much looking forward to that.)

On top of everything, I found out on Thursday, while Jeff was out of town, that my great grandma, Darlene Biederman, had passed away. She has always been one of the most important people in my life, and even though it wasn’t a shock, it still hit me hard. I plan to write a tribute to her soon, so stay tuned for that. She was an awesome lady, and I have some great stories to share.

Great Grandma Darlene and Great Grandpa Leon in 1945

Great Grandma Darlene and Great Grandpa Leon in 1945

The night I heard about my grandma, after the kids were in bed, I decided I needed to cut and color my hair immediately. I don’t know what came over me, but I knew I couldn’t sleep if I didn’t start chopping. Some of you may already know that I completed 3 months of cosmetology school <insert “Beauty School Dropout” here> so I’m basically a hair expert. <wink> I cut Jeff and the kids hair, but I have never cut my own. That night, full of angst, I cut 3 inches off, and gave myself a shoulder-length shag. I feel like it was utterly cliché of me to do, but it had to be done, and it made me feel better. If it happened in a movie, I probably would have stepped out into the rain afterward to complete my metaphoric cleansing.

Here's a pic of the cut, un-styled, before the dye. The lighting is crummy, but you can see (kind of) that I'm a dark blonde.

Here’s a pic of the cut, un-styled, before the dye. The lighting is crummy, but you can see (kind of) that I’m a dark blonde. You can also see some of the boxes I’ve been living out of!

If the kids hadn’t been asleep, I would have gone out for hair dye right away, but instead I researched the best drug store brands and colors online. My grandma had always died her hair red her whole life (she was a natural red head, but not quite as red as awesome color. She went to the “beauty operator” for her “permanents,” but she and her “girlfriends” colored their hair at home.) So, I decided to go out on a limb and try a red. I went for a bright, coppery red like hers. I used Feria #74.

I need to get a pic in better lighting. And for the record, the cut is remarkably even. It doesn't look so in this pic, 'cause of the scarf.

I need to get a pic in better lighting.

Here's another one in crummy lighting, but you can see the length better.

Here’s another one in crummy lighting, but you can see the length better.

Okay, since I'm sharing all these self-pics anyway... In this one, you can see the shade of red. I took it to torture my husband. I was trying to send him an exhausted/skeptical look when he text-promised me some time to myself this weekend. He sent one back mirroring my expression that made me laugh so hard. I'll add it if I can figure out how to get it off my phone.

Okay, since I’m sharing all these self-pics anyway… In this one, you can see the actual shade of red. I took the pic to torture my husband. I was trying to send him an exhausted/skeptical look when he text-promised me some time to myself this weekend. He sent one back mirroring my expression that made me laugh so hard. I’ll add it if I can figure out how to get it off my phone.

I’m not going to lie, it was mildly terrifying. For one thing, I have always stayed pretty safe and traditional with my hairstyles. For another, I didn’t think copper would work with my pink skin, but it does! I LOVE the way it turned out, and I love that every time I look in the mirror, I think of her.

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I love the red! Wish you were here so we could help you unpack. Uh, wait, if you were here you wouldn’t need to unpack. Good luck to Jeff today!

I love the red! You match my kids now 😉 I just went un-red and dyed my hair a medium/dark brown.

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