Shizam. I have always hated going to the hairdressers, so couldn’t face the thought of having to sit for ages having it coloured. It is an interesting mix of fairly dark at the back and two tone grey at the front. I wish it would turn into the lovely silver that my mother had from her early seventies.
On the subject of hair, I made a dreadful faux pas today. Meeting a lady I hadn’t seen for some time I remarked on her lovely new short white hairstyle. “How did you find a hairdresser?” I asked, adding how much it suited her. It turned out that she was recovering from cancer treatment. Her dark hair had grown back white.
Foot in mouth time, again! I’m always the last to hear any news or gossip, but she was very nice about it. Thankfully, she is in remission. The hairstyle really does look nice, too. Much better than my overgrown mop!
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