Story Behind Red Rose

My husband pointed out some may take the poem Red Rose as creepy instead of a tribute, so I’m going let you in on some details of my life.

Reba’s music has been a part of my life since childhood. As I grew older, her music was, and still is, a source of comfort, motivation, and at times, therapy for me.

I’ve always thought she had the most beautiful hair. To me, she had the IDEAL hair, so when she cut it, my jaw dropped.  As a teen, I tried to get my hair to style like hers when it was long, but it never worked. The height, curls, and waves never turned out right. I either used too much or not enough hairspray. I knew it was a long shot, but I tried anyway.

Bonus tidbit: When I tried to dye my hair blonde, it turned orange. After seeing bright orange framing my pale face, I knew I would never look good as a redhead. I’m WAY too pale to pull it off.

 

 

 

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