Punk Rock Kid Turns Leprechaun


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This morning, I clash terribly. My outfit is a bit on the eclectic side to begin with. Tweed with green. I HAD to wear green because I refuse to be pinched by dirty old men.

But, last night I dyed Geek Childs hair blue. (He is rebelling against St. Patrick's Day in typical family form.) My fingernails are dyed blue.

BLUE.

I don't even WEAR colored nail polish, I find it tacky. More importantly, I have discovered it draws attention to the fact I always have, and always will have, short stumpy like fingernails. All those years of clipping them DOWN TO THE NAILBED for the sake of playing the piano.

So, my stumpy little nails are dyed blue. I have a GREEN shirt on. And various tweeds.

Did I mention that my hair is still in it's liger-like glory? Sort of a leprechaun red. With orangey-yellow streaks. Very liger like. VERY NOT COOL WITH THIS WHOLE OUTFIT.



Next thing you know I will be searching for searching for pots of gold, dancing JIGS and growing a beard.


3 Responses to “Punk Rock Kid Turns Leprechaun”

  1. Blogger DBFrank 

    Aye, Lassie, that sounds horrid! ;)
    On what you consider your worst day, you probably still outshine all the others..

  2. Blogger joy 

    Jig! Do it! It will be so cute!

    And FYI, I TOLD you, your hair looks really good this morning.

  3. Blogger Porkchop 

    While the style is cute (for once!) it does not remove the fact I have a few oddly colored streaks sprouting IN THE MIDDLE OF MY HEAD.

    Alfalfa style.

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