I used to LOVE Anne of Green Gables. I would watch the movie over and over again, clinging to the idea that girls with red hair were a valuable part of the world. The movie somehow gave me hope. My favorite saying in the movie was, "Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it". I just loved that.

Nobody in my family has red hair, and through a giant practical joke of genetics, my brother ended up tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. Cruel? Yes.

I remember my mom taking me to get my hair done when I was 7 or 8 years old, and I told the stylist that I wanted bangs and a part in the middle of the rest of the hair, just like Ashley, the girl with the perfect hair in my class. I have no idea to this day why they actually cut my hair that way, knowing that my short, curly, un-partable hair would never be that long, straight glossy brown that would hang perfectly in that sort of cut. Instead, I just ended up looking like an unfortunate "Annie", with the worst hair in the whole school.

I grew up, learned to use a blow dryer and a flat iron--I could give Vidal Sassoon a run for his money!

A few months ago, I dyed my hair a dark brown. It was the first time I've ever dyed it, because in my adult years, I came to actually take pride in the fact that I had hair that was different. When you're a teenager, all you want is to blend in, but once I was out of high school, I valued anything that set me apart as an individual. I've always thought of myself as a redhead, even in the bad times. When I look in the mirror now, I like the dark brown hair, but I don't quite recognize myself.

I do somewhat feel like a more dramatic, hotter version of myself though, which is a nice phase to go through. I'll probably keep it dark brown for another few months and try to maximize that feeling!

Although my hair might be brown now, I am still, at heart, a redhead. Always have been, always will be. It's part of what makes me who I am--and what sets me apart.

Maybe it wasn't just a genetic mistake after all :)

Since I don't have any photos of me with dark brown hair on hand, here's a photo from my most recent wedding that at first I considered a mistake. But now, looking at it a little closer, maybe it's not a mistake after all.


**I was actually able to find my 4th grade photo of me with the worst hair ever. you will see that I was not exaggerating. enjoy!**