This is a lighthearted post. Please don’t read if you are easily offended.
My hairdresser said to me, “Never cheat on your hairdresser. It’s OK to cheat on your husband, but never ever cheat on your hairdresser.”
I didn’t want to cheat on him, but I had no choice. He did not want to colour my hair for the fear of making my bald patches worse or damaging my sensitised skin. So I bought 100% organic vegetable dye and did it myself. I wouldn’t recommend it. The home job looks OK from a distance, but in glorious sunlight, it looked A-W-F-U-L. The fine hairs on my bald patches, which are valiantly growing back, looked ginger in the sun. Ugh.
“Can you remove the red please?” I pleaded.
His answer: “Nope. Live with your infidelity.”
So here I am, consoling myself with eating carbs on the Kings Road.