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The trouble with reds
My dear sister at Life in a Pink Fibro wrote a fantastic post about redheads today. I started writing a comment on her site and realised it was getting longer and longer and longer. So I decided to do a redhead post of my own. I have a lot to say on this topic!I'm red. Mum to reds. Sister to red. Cousin to red. Niece to red. Red, red, red. I'm sure other hair colours aren't quite so life defining.
Mum to reds. On hearing 'it's a boy' after a 40 hour labour and emergency CS, first words out of my mouth (croaking, manic, some weeping): 'has he got red hair? HAS. HE. GOT. RED. HAIR???'
No, no, they soothed, no red hair.
They lied.
Ranga, Ginga, Bunsen Burner. Ginger, Rude Red, Flame Thrower. Blue, Rusty, Fireball. Carrot Top, Big Red. Woody, Cherry, Fanta Pants. Ronald McDonald, Strawberry, Duracell, Little Orphan Annie. Ginger Ninja, Bozo, Sunset.
Heard 'em all.
Let's face it. Carrot tops are an acquired taste. They have to be really, really gorgeous to even be in the ballpark. There is nothing more unattractive than an unattractive redhead. Conversely, there's probably nothing more stunning than a really lovely redhead. People either love 'em (like crazy, beware the redhead loving male (RHLM)) or loathe 'em. And boy, do they loathe them.
The irony is that it's probably not even the hair colour that makes Ginger Ninjas so outcast. It's all the bits that go along with it. The pasty white skin, the spotty freckles, the lack of eyebrows and eyelashes. The red pubes. I'm just saying.
Do I like my children's red hair? Do I like my red hair? Do I like red hair in general?
Maybe. I dyed my hair a darkish brown once when I lived in England and I really missed being a ginga. I hadn't realised how much it puts you in the spotlight and I missed the red light when it was gone. I felt, well, ordinary. I had failed to appreciate how nice it is to be regularly complimented on my hair or what a great conversation starter it was. I had failed to appreciate that being different, standing out, not fitting in, is not such a bad thing at all. Truth is, being a redhead is a major part of being me.
Outdoor living room
Outdoor living room by Green Gate
With all the lovely weather we have had recently my mind has been buzzing with ideas for my outdoor space. I would love to create an outdoor living room on the back patio next to my garden shed. A stylish, comfortable place for casual dining and relaxing.
I want to make sure my space transitions gracefully from my alfresco eating area on the patio near the house, to the lawn, to the outdoor living room. So, I'm going to go for a similar colour palette to my alfresco dining but will tone down the red and green and add more white to make a softer pastel palette.
Outdoor dining room by Torie Jayne
On my wish list for an outdoor living room is a white bench with lots of scatter cushions, subtle lighting, a bistro table and chairs, and an open fire. I dream of snuggling up on the bench at night toasting marshmallows!
Here are a few of my inspirational tears for colour and theme:
Outdoor lounge inspiration by Country Living
Outdoor lounge inspiration by Country Living
Outdoor lounge inspiration by Country Living
Outdoor lounge inspiration by Easy Living
Have a sweet day!
What a Dummy!
How do you feel about 'dummies'? I'll bet you have some sort of opinion... everyone seems to, whether they have children or not.
Me? Before I even had Fern I was dead against them. At the risk of offending my readers, I was terribly holier-than-thou on the subject and my pet hate was seeing toddler-aged children wander through shopping centers with a dummy 'plugged' into their mouths. I thought it looked awful, like they were being 'shut up' by their parents...
After Fern was born, I resisted a dummy for a couple of months. Out of principle, more than anything else. Then, Dan (bravely) brought one home one day and offered it to Fern to help her sleep. She wasn't that fussed about it, and sucked on it thoughtfully for a little while before spitting it out. But over the next couple of weeks she grew more attached to it, until I grew nervous that the 'dummy addiction' had set in. We only offered it to her at sleep time, but still. Could she go to sleep without it?? Could I go to sleep, knowing she didn't have it??
Then, something awful happened. The dummy got a hole in it, and had to be thrown away. I panicked, and went to buy another. But I couldn't find the same one, and bought another brand in its place. Fern was more discerning than that (geez, wonder who she takes after) and refused to take it. Thus ending our short but torrid affair with the dummy.
Well over 12 months passed until one day, about 6 weeks ago, Fern discovered the wayward dummy in the kitchen pantry along with other discarded bits of bottles/ beakers etc. She popped it into her mouth (upside down) but soon discovered she quite liked the sensation. Since then, she's developed a quick and somewhat passionate affair with this dummy and is extremely reluctant to be parted from it. She likes to sleep with it, but it has also found its way out of the bedroom and into the car... her 'cubby house'... out in the garden...
How did I let this happen?
Fern is 'too old' for dummies at 17 months, surely.... and yet seems remarkably placated by hers, especially at bedtime. It makes her content. Comforted. And I am therefore content and comforted, too! But there has to be an expiry date, and sooner rather than later.
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Me? Before I even had Fern I was dead against them. At the risk of offending my readers, I was terribly holier-than-thou on the subject and my pet hate was seeing toddler-aged children wander through shopping centers with a dummy 'plugged' into their mouths. I thought it looked awful, like they were being 'shut up' by their parents...
After Fern was born, I resisted a dummy for a couple of months. Out of principle, more than anything else. Then, Dan (bravely) brought one home one day and offered it to Fern to help her sleep. She wasn't that fussed about it, and sucked on it thoughtfully for a little while before spitting it out. But over the next couple of weeks she grew more attached to it, until I grew nervous that the 'dummy addiction' had set in. We only offered it to her at sleep time, but still. Could she go to sleep without it?? Could I go to sleep, knowing she didn't have it??
Then, something awful happened. The dummy got a hole in it, and had to be thrown away. I panicked, and went to buy another. But I couldn't find the same one, and bought another brand in its place. Fern was more discerning than that (geez, wonder who she takes after) and refused to take it. Thus ending our short but torrid affair with the dummy.
Well over 12 months passed until one day, about 6 weeks ago, Fern discovered the wayward dummy in the kitchen pantry along with other discarded bits of bottles/ beakers etc. She popped it into her mouth (upside down) but soon discovered she quite liked the sensation. Since then, she's developed a quick and somewhat passionate affair with this dummy and is extremely reluctant to be parted from it. She likes to sleep with it, but it has also found its way out of the bedroom and into the car... her 'cubby house'... out in the garden...
How did I let this happen?
Fern is 'too old' for dummies at 17 months, surely.... and yet seems remarkably placated by hers, especially at bedtime. It makes her content. Comforted. And I am therefore content and comforted, too! But there has to be an expiry date, and sooner rather than later.
Or does there?
Would you dare remove the dummy from this child?
I'd love your opinion on this one.....
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