Poil de carotte

It started with Anne of Green Gables and ended an ill fated run-in with a mossy bowl of henna. I wasn't meant to be a redhead, but I wanted to be one. I wanted it more than double ear piercings or being featured in Sassy magazine.



My dad was a redhead and my niece, Pinwheel, has the most gorgeous, thick strawberry blond hair. If I didn't love them, I'd hate them both. I'm a brownhead and that's how the heavenly father made me, so I've accepted it as a cross I must bear, much like Jesus accepted that his hair had no volume at all and just kind of hung there like a limp rag. Honestly, I don't know how he did it, but it's that kind of triumph over tragedy that gives me strength.



Look at these beauties. Aren't they lucky? Aren't their lives better than mine?



Damn them. Damn them all!


Photos via Tea & Jam Photography, Garance, Smosch, and altamiranyc.