So, yesterday I had a really funny little episode that I thought I'd share with you...I hope it makes you laugh, as it did me (in the end.....!)
A few days ago, I just felt....drab is the only word for it. I looked in the mirror and a middle-aged woman looked back at me...baggy neck, wrinkled eyes, greying at the temples (not just the temples either, if I'm honest....) ugh. I just felt OLD & frumpy. Silly, so silly & vain I know. But these days happen. So as well as a facial at bathtime, I thought it would be a good idea (!) to lighten & brighten my hair - a quick way of changing my appearance for the better I thought. It was mousey & boring. I bought a colour...extra light beige blonde I think it was. I've always been blondish, so I knew it would look ok. Well, it didn't look terrible...but I just didn't like it. It was too...mmm...golden for me. I hate my hair to have a brassy tint, and I felt that it did. Even though many people said that they liked it - and even more people didn't even notice a difference, I just felt it was wrong. So yesterday I tried to lighten it some more...BIG mistake, huge...looked even worse. So I asked Esther's advice - she has a beautiful pearly platinum crop, so a good person to ask. Use a pre-lightener to strip out the colour, she said....follow with a toner to take out the yellow.
So I dashed down to the shop, looked through the multitude of boxes and found a good make of pre-lightener & a toner, plus some very expensive shampoo to maintain the colour when it was done (with ultra violet somethings & lavender extracts....it was bright purple, but I wasn't scared, oh no! I was going to look faaaaabulous!)
Did everything it said on all the packets...honestly! And I ended up seeing this staring back at me from the mirror:
And it actually looks better in the photograph. Really. I looked like a daffodil or as though I had a young chick nesting on my head.
There was nothing for it but to tie a scarf over my head (thank goodness the hair is short...!) and RUN back to the shop, praying that no one I knew saw me. I got to the store in 4 minutes. Chose 'light brown'. Paid (ignoring the smirks from the checkout girl who was about 17 with gorgeous silky hair....) and ran back (I have to pass Paul's office on the way, luckily no one was looking out of the window or I'd have a divorce petition this morning!) bumping into my brother-in-law on the way! I never see him in out town, ever. Of all the times on all the days. So I had to explain (quickly) while he doubled over laughing and trying to pull the scarf from my poor chicklike head....
Managed to get away, home & applied the new colour, so now I look like this:
Which is, of course, exactly the way I looked yesterday, before I started all the nonsense. Ok, the grey has gone (for a while).
The price of vanity? About £50. To end up looking exactly the same as if I'd saved the money.
Lesson learned. Until next time.....
Enjoy your weekend, and remember - you're beautiful just the way you are, I promise! xox