The closest I have come to dyeing my
hair was back in my teens when Shaders and Toners were all the craze
and probably the only thing your Mum would allow or indeed even notice.
My
mates were all Blonde haired and how I envied the effects of those
squidgy little sachets of colour applied before Youth Club on Wednesday
night.
Being a very dark
brunette the effects on me of course were somewhat less striking,
actually lets face it, invisible, but oh how I tried to keep up.
In
moments of defiance my Fair friends managed fabulous streaks using food
colouring and felt tip pens. I have a lasting memory of waiting for the
school bus in the rain, green rivers running down my face - Oh the
shame.
Of
course in those days I'm guessing that the products weren't there to
covert. I don't remember any of my commrades actually changing their
colour as such, only maybe in the late 70's when the Fair ones got
streaks to go with their curly perms and I just got a curly perm that
was more frizz than curl.
My
daughters all started young in the hair colouring department. They too
are dark like me but have been a variety of shades to which my towels
are testament. There's been highs and lows or rather highlights and
lowlights along the way. One of the best was middle daughter attempting
Blonde, ending up a rather unpleasant hamster colour and wearing a wooly
hat despite it being mid-summer. We did laugh...sorry.
So
here I am, a vitual hair dyeing virgin at almost 51, and if I'm honest a
rather smug one at that. To me it's almost my party piece!
I
have a box of colour in the bathroom cabinet purchased on a three for
two offer when buying or rather dyeing for daughter 3. It's probably out
of date if that's feasible in the colourant world and it's gathering
dust. I'm not even sure if it's a suitable shade, I grabbed it and ran,
heaven forbid that I bumped into someone I knew and they suspected me of
faking it for all these years.
The trouble is I am faced with
taking the plunge in the not too distant future. I can't keep
blaming the silver "threads" on my shedding scarf for much longer and if
I keep plucking the little white critters from my temples I am soon
going to be bald.
My
plan is to discard the dusty box and make an informed purchase. I am
loath to pay an unearthly sum of money at the hairdressers for the sake
of a few unruly follicles and if I do it at home the packaging will go
in the re-cycling bin and no-one will be any the wiser (Unless something
goes horribly wrong of course).
Ok, so how do I choose between the seemingly vast array of products out there? Well just maybe I'll ask my well informed daughters at the risk of turning out like some weird rodent or worse.
Well
dear friends wish me luck on the loss of my colouring virginity and yes
I do have a wooly hat available should disaster strike.
Love
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