Red Brick Hair

She had ginger hair. An oddity though, it could not be called red or orange or auburn. It was its own variation and when she looked upon it herself the color reminded her of the strange reddish brick that made up her childhood home. Her skin was the placid peach tone one would expect to see on someone with red hair. Pale skin was something she always thought of as a curse that came with being a red head; she longed for a nice even tan like that of her mothers. Light sienna colored freckles speckled her skin, light enough that one hardly noticed unless looking directly at them. Her eyes were not exceptional but she hoped they held some form of kindness in them.  They were a mild green the color of sage mixed with a bit of evergreen and yellow. Not bright, but cool and slightly curious. She had a small mouth with soft pink lips; usually turned into the smile that came with her joking manner and the humor of life.