Anne Shirley, thou shouldst be living at this hour!

[nineveh_uk]

Red-headed 20ish woman walking along in front of me, talking to her friend.

Woman: [Flicks hair]

Friend: [comment about the weather being better now]

Woman: …the sun should help. I mean, somebody actually called it auburn! I was like, excuse me, it’s ginger.

In other, slightly disgusting, news, I have acquired a classic scab on my knee. This is not due to falling over in the playground, but caused by bashing my knee against the wall when turning over in a single bed.

Comments

[sir_guinglain]

Lovely story, unlovely scab.

[nineveh_uk]

I am not unsympathetic to the scab. My knees have known worse, and there is a certain nostalgie de la grey tarmac to it. It is (to me) quite strikingly visibe, though.

[tree_and_leaf]

Scabs weren't the worst. That was when you fell over on the hockey blaes pitch and spent the next two weeks picking gravelly stuff out of your knee.

[nineveh_uk]

Argh! Once again, I am happy that I have only played hockey about once in my entire life.

[tree_and_leaf]

I am deeply jealous.

[sir_guinglain]

Mixed sex hockey in a games lesson facing county games players was frightening. Never have I had to dodge so many solid balls aimed at my head.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

I hope your knee heals quickly (and I am now trying to think of which book has the central character being shown a scabbed knee, and agreeing that it is very fine).

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

So am I now!

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

*evil smirk*

[littlered2.livejournal.com]

I think it's Miles Vorkosigan comparing wounds with Nikki Vorsoisson in Komarr.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's it. Thanks!

[antisoppist.livejournal.com]

I was once at a school concert of my sisters where a small girl next to me showed me her knee and enquired loudly "do you pick your scabs?" but I can't think of a fictional version.

I gather the speaker had never been tempted to dye her hair a glossy raven black then.

[sonetka.livejournal.com]

Who knows, she might enjoy some nice green highlights for a contrast, though!

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

It would have solved her problem of people calling it auburn...

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

I know I have read wellinghall's book, but cannot remember which it is.

It did not sound as if raven black had ever been on the horizon.

[littlered2.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a new one. Hurrah, ginger pride!

(I was once in the car with my dad when a woman tried to nab the parking space we were half into. Her final riposte, shouted as she drove away, was "At least my daughter's not ginger!". I am not sure she would fully grasp this woman's way of thinking.)

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

What a very strange woman! Though people are very, very weird when they get caught trying to nab spots. Someone recently tried to barge past me at a check-out, and me having defended my pitch she went into a rant about the rudeness of some people pushing in. The check-out assistant and I just collapsed laughing, she was so desperate to try and cast herself in the right.

[biascut.livejournal.com]

My hair was definitely more auburn than ginger when I was growing up (and it's a lot darker now), but I am with that lady. I was always aiming for more ginger.

[littlered2.livejournal.com]

My hair was definitely more auburn than ginger when I was growing up (and it's a lot darker now)
You could have been held up to Anne Shirley as an example when she was being told that as she grew up her hair might darken to "a real handsome auburn". (My hair has stayed roughly the same shade of red most of my life, although it was a bit lighter when I was a baby, so I found myself doubting this assurance somewhat.)

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

I can only hope for her sake that having managed to stay dark ginger/auburn (it was a very nice colour, but definitely on the dark side of ginger) that long she has now completed the journey into adult hair and doesn't find herself ending up brown. Or that she discovers henna.

[auntyros.livejournal.com]

I have a large strawberry birthmark on my knee which looks exactly like a healed scab. I spent my entire childhood being asked if I'd fallen off my bike. I used to yearn for an actual scab which would at least afford the fun of picking it.

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

How annoying! All the disadvantages, none of the fun.