This in itself is a rare occasion as long ago a snipper showed me the correct way to cut my fringe myself, which means I only go to a professional twice a year for a trim. I couldn't get an appointment at my usual salon, so went to the Hair and Beauty department at college. It was a revelation - such a calm, relaxing atmosphere - no bad language, testosterone, smelly bodies, computers, stress, all so diffferent from the masculine world of engineering.
The course director keeps a careful eye on what is going on and I chatted to her about my two inches of regrowth as I would like my bleached ends to blend with my natural hair colouring - the poor woman was embarrassed to tell me... 'but your natural colour is..... (whisper) grey.....!!!!!!' I hardly like to go back, not because I am ashamed of my lack of pigmentation, but because of somehow letting the side down, not quite meeting the high expectations of the lovely ladies of the world of beauty.
A beautician I spoke to recently said the single most important factor for not appearing to age is being 'girlie'. This conjures awful visions of OAP's giggling in puffballs, but that's not what she meant... it's about attitude and sensibilities, which I need to be more aware of as this side of my nature gets supressed by the not-so-elegant safety boots and goggles of my working life.
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