Several months ago I wrote about the trials of 30+ years of hair colouring and the various catastrophes that have occurred. I also wrote about being a little concerned that I was morphing into Mrs Slocombe but I can put that all behind me now, as it’s got much much worse.
Coming home from work on another rainy August day I felt like I needed colour to brighten up this miserable summer and quite obviously being dressed in pink Capri pants and a lime green top didn’t seem to be enough, so I had the great idea that I would revert to being a red head.
But not any old red head, the box said Scandalous Scarlet. Never mind scandalous, the result was f***ing outrageous. There appears to be a lot more grey covering my head than previously thought and those melanin deficient strands vaulted straight past red altogether and have become right orange! At first glance it looks as though I’ve taken tips from Donald Trump’s beautician.
And if it was lairy when flat, with the added lift provided by obligatory hair styling product I look like a gonk!
Although I defy anyone to try and sit me on top their computer screen!