St. Petersburg Garden

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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Words of Wisdom?

"You'll be gray by the time you're 25. I was". Crap. Seriously? I got the red hair from my paternal grandmother, Nana. I think she was trying to prepare me for life's little surprises. Whatever. I was 9. I hadn't even accepted the fabulosity that being a redhead was & now I was going to have to start dying my hair? The quest for a perfect match had begun. Every store, every brand. Hold up the hair to the box. Not even close. I would never give up.

I know, you're probably wondering was Nana right - was I gray at 25? Thankfully no. Sure, those little suckers have been popping up everywhere but red is something you don't want to mess with. It's tough. It's fiery. It won't go down without a fight. But a girl needs backup. After more than 20 years of searching, I found a perfect match. Bless that genius Frederic Fekkai. At home hair color that is an identical match - but like a mean trick it was given to me & then taken away. Once sold at Sephora, it's now missing. Where did it go you ask? I don't know but I'm desperate. Rumor has it Target will be carrying the line but I've yet to see it. What a cruel world.

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