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I don't think I've ever seen this picture. Where did it come from?
I like that!
When did your hair become curly and red?
Her hair isn't red, it's light brown.
Funny, all this time I thought she was a redhead. naturally curly, though?
I thought this photo would go up for the 4th of July. I was kind when I put it on the CD and cut Mom out of the picture. She was making an awful face!Tracy, Priscilla's hair is ight brown hair (maybe dirty blond) with lots of natural body but I'm not sure if I would really call it curly.
I'm sure this picture was taken before fireworks became illegal in New York state. Or maybe it was in Pennsylvania.
Sparklers are not illegal! I am a blond turned brown. My hair is quite wavy and can get curly with humidity.
Tracy, I can see why you mightv'e thought it was red. My picture I have up makes it look reddish. Maybe it was the photographer's lighting.
Boy! Now my whole image of you has to be reworked. :o)
you should see her hair when she wakes up every mourning.
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I don't think I've ever seen this picture. Where did it come from?
I like that!
When did your hair become curly and red?
Her hair isn't red, it's light brown.
Funny, all this time I thought she was a redhead. naturally curly, though?
I thought this photo would go up for the 4th of July. I was kind when I put it on the CD and cut Mom out of the picture. She was making an awful face!
Tracy, Priscilla's hair is ight brown hair (maybe dirty blond) with lots of natural body but I'm not sure if I would really call it curly.
I'm sure this picture was taken before fireworks became illegal in New York state. Or maybe it was in Pennsylvania.
Sparklers are not illegal! I am a blond turned brown. My hair is quite wavy and can get curly with humidity.
Tracy, I can see why you mightv'e thought it was red. My picture I have up makes it look reddish. Maybe it was the photographer's lighting.
Boy! Now my whole image of you has to be reworked. :o)
you should see her hair when she wakes up every mourning.
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