She didn't like that very much.
Well, when my older sister arrived it was no surprise that she had a head of beautiful curly red hair. It was a little lighter than my dad's orange hair, but at least we knew who her daddy was.
Sorry grandma, I couldn't help myself.
|Isn't she adorable? The Redhead with KB.|
|Big Red and Little Red, aka The Redhead.|
The Redhead, as I will lovingly call her on my blog, is my second oldest sister.
Yes, there are five of us.
My poor father.
Anyways, the Redhead was by far the cutest of all five of us with her strawberry ringlets and button nose. She loved dolls. Like nobody I've ever met before. We were all jealous of her Kelly Doll collection. Well, at least I was.
|One of her Kelly Dolls.|
She still loves collecting, especially antiques.
She also loved fashion. The Redhead was always dressed meticulously. Her hair was always perfect. Her makeup was always on before she went anywhere. Even when we were camping.
|She's really feeling the cuteness here.|
|She's probably trying to explain to me how to sit like a lady. Doesn't she know that my fat little legs make that impossible?|