Strawb'ry! Mmm!

Bald to red to strawberryish to brown to blonde. For some time now I haven't known what color my hair is. Lately it looks either blonde in good light or nasty in fluorescent. (But isn’t everything nasty in fluorescent?) I’ve always been very fond of the redheaded stepchild that I was when I was two years old, though, and I want to keep my claim to some strawberry! No matter how hard I try, though, I can’t see the red that I want. I wanna be a true strawberry blonde.

Why do I want that so badly? Truthfully, I don’t know. I just do. Don’t get me wrong -- I like my hair. I especially like that I’ve never dyed or highlighted it; I take pride in still knowing my natural color. There’s just something about “strawberry blonde” that sounds better than “blonde” to me. I guess after years and years of hearing stereotypes about hair color and personality – and I’m not only talking about blonde jokes – I just feel like my personality doesn’t really match that of a dumb blonde, a hot model-skinny blonde, or a whimsical floaty fairy blonde with ringing bells for a voice. But I don’t feel like a hot-tempered redhead either. If I had extra red hair like I did when I was a kid, I would like to think I could have a personality to match. I could be as feisty as my grandma! That said, I’m not sure I could ever live up to be quite as much of a fireball as Tookie is (though I did inherit her cowlicks), so my not-very-strawberryish blonde may have to suffice as the color my hair happens to be, with no indication of my temper, intelligence, or body type.

I like it, and I guess that’s what matters, right? Plus the light color is wonderful for days when I don’t have time to wash and style my hair . . . I can brush some baby powder through it and it looks perfectly fresh! It’s way cheaper than buying the dry shampoo products that don’t last very long.

My wheaten hair is a blessing.