I often compliment strangers when I'm out and about.
If a colour or style suits them I say so. Or maybe their children have been lovely, or anything that catches my attention really.
It's completely selfish, as I like to see the surprise and delight it brings.
Leaves me with a little rosy glow that I can use to protect myself against the grey weather, or the bad news that is invariably spouted.
But today for the first time in absolutely years, a stranger complimented me instead. On my hair!
Funnily enough all last week I was debating and edging towards changing it!
Now I'm back on the fence!
To obliterate your address on packaging
Being moved along by someone who "wants your place".
How much do you spend on yourself?