I swore I would never dye my grey hairs but there is always a first time. With the help of my ‘personal stylist’, my grown up daughter, I have purchased a ‘Cherry black’ hair dye and have yet to pluck up the courage. And I also had my first facial the other day which was surprisingly relaxing and addictive. I checked the mirror and indeed a clearer complexion greeted me and so I have signed up for more sessions, subcuming to the lure of a more youthful and beautiful me.
I have never been a fan of makeup, nail polish etc being a great believer in the natural look. However as the unforgiving years advance I realise that maybe Nature needs a helping hand.
I had gone to Central, to a rather posh salon to have a good cut. Normally I would seek out the cheapest but decided this once I was going to splash out. Since my return to my roots I have also invested in a number of new items of clothing. With the cherry black hair, clear youthful complexion and shaped eyebrows, I would have had a makeover from head to toe. And for a change I am doing all this for me.
This metamorphosis would be in keeping with the new start I am pursuing, a revised and improved version, having gone through the baptism of fire.