I would have red hair. Not chestnut or auburn but true, raw carrot red, waist-length ringlets. I once paid $400 for long, red hair extensions which had to be washed with fabric conditioner. To my chagrin, I only lasted a week; high maintenance hair is just not my thing, I can't even bear mousse. I pulled them all out one night and hid them in a plastic bag in my favourite 'out of sight, out of mind' spot where they remained, forgotten and gathering dust until they were discovered during a memorable game of Sardines. You try explaining to a traumatised child and his mother that you don't keep dead kittens under the bed, it's just your old hair.
Here is my homage to all things ginger...it's amazing what pops up on Google images;