So....Red
Mood:  surprised
Now Playing: Edith Piaf
I have this high brow celebrity-filled outing on Saturday. Basically, a private party at whatever they call that big golf tourney now. Amazing that Joe Lewis arena and a plethora of other sporting venues have maintained their original name forever but we seem to change the names of our venues and events on a regular basis…but I digress.

In light of the festivities, I needed to freshen the hair color, etc. The problem is that my back is verklempt and sitting for hours on end (pun intended) is excruciating. How does one go about the upkeep on one’s outer appearance when one is unable to sit for a long time? One, being me, asks her stylist what could be done in say....a half an hour or before the Soma runs out. Apparently, hair color not highlights.

A half an hour later—SHAZAM! I am freshly coiffed....all shades of red. Yup. Red. I went red. As in saucy vixen red. You know, that red somewhere between Maureen O’Hara and Bozo the Clown. Not an I Love Lucy red so much as Raquel Welch red. Kind of auburn but definitely red. Red.

Can you tell I am still kind of freaking out?

I like it but it is seriously drastic which I think is really the only way one should go red. Hard and fast. Like ripping off a bandage. Red is just not a gradual color....

But I really think I like it…in fact, I think I really like it.

And the matching cuff....