Dreaming in Red

I love red hair. I wish I was a redhead. As a child I braided longingly my doll Pipi Longstocking's orange-red locks and more recently had a huge crush on Joan from Mad Men's gorgeous red do. The only thing that's stopping me from dying my hair red is that I cannot decide on the shade of red I like best. I don't think I could ever make that decision.

There are so many great things about having red hair...

 

It matches the perfect red lipstick perfectly. And I so like matching things.

 

It's an absolute showstopper.

 

It looks so fantastic against all the colors I like. 

 

 

This green dress is reason alone to have one's hair dyed red.

 

Redheads have spunk and are bubbly. Maybe some of that would transfer magically to me if I went red?

 

 
  
It goes so well with black. Reds always look so intellectual.

 

And wild.

 

And sexy-cute.

 

And romantic.

 

How about quirky? Yes, quirky too.

 

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I also wish my laundry line looked like this...

 

... and that I look as good as Hellen Mirren when I'm in my 50s...

 

 

 

Is that too much to ask? :)

 

Random silly girly thoughts, it was pleasure dealing with you. 

 

xoxoxo

 

{photos via here, here and here}