Then, a few months ago I found I was getting thoroughly bored at the hairdressers. It's franchised in a hotel that has that 'oh so modern' dreary brown decor and I find the whole atmosphere depressing.
I decided there were too many women of my age with dyed blonde hair.
I no longer liked the thought of all those chemicals going on my head.
I mentioned going grey to my hairdresser. You'd have thought I'd suggested having my face tattooed. She was dead against it, listing all the problems, how it would age me.
I told her looking younger wasn't one of my aims. I might have been speaking in an alien language, the incomprehension on her face.
So, I have decided to grow the blonde out. I realise it's going to look like s*** for some time, it's going to be painful and I am open to the possibility I might run screaming back to my hairdresser begging for help but for now, three months in, this is how far I've got:-
I have a feeling hats and scarves are going to feature largely in my wardrobe for the next year or so.
Blessings,
Andi xx
