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