DEVIL IN A BLUE
Found new-to-me photos at my dad’s last year, yay! Here I am, freshly scrubbed to a light red shiny glow years ago now. Hardly a dress, try dressing gown if anything, rather, jammas. Over-plucked bleached out brows are firmly a thing of the past, thankfully. The week between dark hair to platinum is always a stop off at a strawberry blondish state as the image attests. Discovered that short hair leaves me with all sorts of poof and circumstance upon waking, while long hair does not. Curious as to what the heck is up with my hand. It’s blueish and looks like I’m sportin’ some sorta serious condition, which I assure you, I wasn’t. Perhaps ink only partially washed off as I used to write notes all the live long day on whatever skin wasn’t already in use.