A while back one of my friends commented on how, when she was younger and had dyed her hair pink, people would tell her she would have to give that up when she got older and went to work. She realized recently that, though she gave up the pink hair years ago, she had a job where it wouldn't really matter.
I realized *I* had a job where it wouldn't really matter. And I was in a mood. This picture does not begin to capture the glorious, flaming red my hair is at this moment. It is a bit of rebellion, a bit of levity. A lot of fun