I’m not sure what’s happened. A leopard never changes its spots, right?
I always thought by not dying my hair I got out of hair treatments and expensive trips to the hairdressers. I mean no damaging bleach or other chemicals got me a free ticket to good hair. I found myself sitting in the hairdresser’s chair this week laughing at my self wondering what’s happened to me. Back in my 20’s you’d never have found me in trainers, duvet/puffer coats, wearing less make up than I wear now, using cotton toe as a handbag, having higher maintenance hair or even long healthy looking hair.
Now I wear trainers. This is thanks to being told after nearly tearing my Achilles I can’t wear heels or plimsoles anymore not that I was wearing heels back then. I wore slip on or lace up plimsoles. Only low heels or trainers were allowed as they were kinder to feet. Trainers were in the rehab stage Continue reading “What’s Happening To Me?!”
