Sometime in elementary school my glossy black hair lightened to a dark ash brown. But in August of 1969 we were living with the destruction from hurricane Camille and my best friend and were bored. Couldn't go off base and had no electricity, so we died my hair a very light auburn. I expected my Mom to ground me, but instead she thought it looked good. Since then its been several shades between blonde and black, even a purplish-ruby color one weekend by mistake, and everything from 2 inches long to past my shoulders.
I have a penchant for long hair - especially sleek straight dark hair. Between that facination and serious appreciation for almond shaped eyes, its no wonder what faces catch my attention quickest.
