I know...I'm closer to 40 then to 16, but I had this complete yearning for a streak of pink in my hair. I loved it. I felt spunky and I thought it was beautiful. Over the last year I've not only tried pink, but also crimson red, and electric blue. And I've tried a couple different brands of hair color too. My favorite brand is Manic Panic.
Earlier this year I took the color out and just kept a streak of bleached/blond. It was fine, more grown up and adult like.
Totally grown-up, right? But not exactly me. Last night Nathan helped me go back to pink. I love pink! And I don't do it because I think I'm a teenager rebelling against my parents and/or 'The Man'. I do it because I think it's pretty and I like the way I feel.
Which brings me to another subject...my tutus. I like the way I feel in them too, but have only worn tutus to my sporting events (mountain bike racing and the Ragnar). Is wearing a tutu out in public on a regular basis just too much? I'm still debating that one.
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Not really sure how to express how much I adore you without being creepy so . . . I TOTALLY CREEPILY ADORE YOU!!!! Everything is perfection including the amazingly awesome imperfections. Of which there aren't really any because they're perfect.
BTW - adorable freckles :)
(By the way....I totally adore you in a creepy way too!)
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