It has been six weeks since I last went. Normally I have gone every four weeks but as I am embarking on going lighter (say maybe all grey or pale blonde) with my hair I am stretching out the visits to allow for more regrowth.
Going grey is not for the faint hearted I can tell you. There have been a few days when I have looked at the grey and just groaned to myself. The next visit is in seven weeks and I am sure to have some seriously bad hair days coming up then.
But if I want to have hair like this:
The divine Emmy Lou Harris who does it so well, or, like this woman somewhere in Spain (how lovely is that hair) - I am just going to have to suffer the trauma of looking at the grey coming through.
Someone said to me that once I go grey I won't have to go to the hairdressers any more. Ah, well, if I want to go the glamorous grey, I will still be going to the hairdressers every six weeks or so.
After the hairdressers I went to have some lunch.
Ages ago I did this post about health food and must have forgotten about how disgusting health food is because I went again to the SAME shop and had lunch.
I ordered pumpkin salad, green tea and some sweet and healthy nut ball thinking how healthy I was being.