December 29, 2010

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair

Yesterday I dyed my hair red. It's not the first time, and it's not the reddest of reds; in fact, it doesn't even come close to Florence's hair, yet, redder than it was before, for the dye has started to stick to my almost black hair... Anyway, my point is that I am pretty much obsessed with red hair nowadays,  and wish I could be as red as Florence. Nevertheless, I love and enjoy my new color, I am utterly happy and pleased with it. Ever since I dyed my hair, I cannot get this Sylvia line out of my head: "Out of the ash I rise with my red hair." I've got nothing to do with eating men like air, I am afraid; yet, as Florence said, it does somewhat feel like warrior hair. I love it!
Look at these beautiful photos:


All images via The Fish Flies At Night
FYI: The above mentioned poem is titled Lady Lazarus, written by Sylvia Plath. You can read the complete text here.

December 10, 2010

The prodigal daughter blogger returns, and will write again soon... not now of course (I'm a true procrastinator after all), but tomorrow, maybe. FYI, I'm alright, alive, and kicking, I just don't have too much to say lately.