Today is the first annual National Love Your Red Hair Day, established by sisters Stephanie and Adrienne Vendetti, co-founders of “How to be a Redhead.” The purpose of the day is rather self-explanatory, as it’s a day to celebrate your own rare red hair, or that of someone else in your life. I don’t have red hair, nor did I want to doodlewash a person, so I’m celebrating scarlet beauties everywhere with this little red fox.
Only about 1-2% of the world population has red hair, so how cool is that? Unless you’re in Ireland and Scotland, in which case, it’s 10%, apparently due to the cloudy skies there. This little Doodlewash The Day project has been so informative for me as not only am I discovering obscure celebrations, but I’m also learning quite a lot of obscure facts!
I do actually have a red tint to my own brown hair, which I discovering in the 80’s when I decided Sun In might be a cool thing to try one summer. This little product is supposed to lighten your hair and I thought it would be fun to see what I would look like. It wasn’t pretty. My hair turned a single shade of bright fluorescent orange that, when combined with the matching orange-inducing spray-on tan, made me look like a 6-foot Creamsicle with fur on top.
So I appreciate the idea of embracing what you have naturally and rocking it! Over the years, I’ve had many failed attempts to build up body muscle only to discover my body has no interest in being muscular. Best to stick with what you have and learn to love it! Our culture is constantly setting and resetting standards of beauty, so for the people who dare to try, it’s nearly impossible to keep up.
I knew a woman once, whose eye brows had been lifted so high she looked like she was constantly shocked by everything you were saying. This is disconcerting and confusing when you’ve just said, “It’s such a beautiful day out today!” and are met with a wide-eyed look of sheer terror and confusion. As if that wasn’t disturbing enough, she was pumped so full of Botox that she looked like she’d recently been stung by a bee. And I had no idea if she was happy with this outcome, because her face was no longer capable of showing me.
Getting older is not necessarily something I get excited about, but I plan to embrace it as it comes. I remember when I was younger, I would look in the mirror in the morning to see if my cheeks looked rosy, eyes not too puffy, or if I had a hair or two out of place. These days, I’m just happy if nothing has fallen off in the night.
I like the idea of this day, because it’s also about owning up to your own uncommon traits that make you an individual. Maybe you’re not lucky enough to have red hair. Maybe for you, it’s silver eyes, a perfectly shaped bum, or a third nipple. Whatever you have that makes you naturally you, celebrate it! There are plenty of people in the world trying to be like everyone else. Let them. This is your day to be fabulously, uniquely you!