I love the hairdressers. Specifically I love my hairdressers, Jenny my colourist and Ashley, my stylist, becasue they don't give me what I ask for, they give me what I need. Mostly, those things are the same but where they differ, the girls always *strongly* advise me to rethink and inevitably I end up with great hair and a huge grin.
Today's appointment was no exception. I want to stop colouring my hair translated into- lets colour all your hair so that next time you need less colour. Sounds like shes scamming me into colour but frankly, my hair colour is amazing now and very close to natural which means it should grow out nicely.
I was brushing my teeth and admiring my hair under the lights when I had a shocking thought- I think I'm quite ginger now! I've been blonde forever. With the exception of that unfortunate pink episode and the two weeks I was brunette I've always been blonde and I love being blonde- it suits me. Now I feel like Madeline!
|This is Madeline in case you are deprived and have never had the joy of watching the film|
So ginger hair and bouncy curls I will remain.