I got my hair cut
Feb27

I got my hair cut

Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve hated getting my hair cut. Maybe I hated it as a child too, I don’t remember that far back. I did used to have it cut about every three months. Then three months because four months and four months became six months. Six months became a year. And one day I just stopped going. I don’t think I’ve had my hair cut for about five years. I always used to go to the same person, the...

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Project 365 2018 Week 8
Feb24

Project 365 2018 Week 8

My eldest and my daughter are back at school after half-term, but my younger son is still in Germany and I’m missing him!   Here’s our week in pictures… Day 49 – Sunday 18th February – my roots desperately needed doing. Luckily, I have a reliable 11 year old hairdresser on hand to deal with them. Day 50 – Monday 19th February – the kids went back to school and it was quite nice to get...

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My looks or my daughter’s feelings?
Mar21

My looks or my daughter’s feelings?

When it comes to my looks, I’m about as low maintenance as it’s possible to be. I don’t wear make-up at all, apart from my signature blue nail varnish. Actually, I don’t even POSSESS any make-up. My time-consuming and clinical skincare routine has nothing to do with beauty and everything to do with keeping my acne, rosacea, eczema and blepharitis under control. And I last had my hair cut about four years ago....

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Hairgrips
Jan21

Hairgrips

Everywhere I look, I see them. Hairgrips. They are on the bathroom floor, the arm of a chair, by the TV, in the back of my car. They disappear often and need replacing. My husband moans about them. They are untidy, they are messy. She should put them away. But I love to see them. They are a reminder that I have a daughter. A daughter with long hair. A daughter who loves endlessly styling and re-styling her beautiful hair. A daughter...

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The acne and the hair dye: Taking the plunge
Dec07

The acne and the hair dye: Taking the plunge

It’s been over six months since I last dyed my hair. At that time, my skin was at absolute rock bottom and my mum was refusing to dye it for me. But I asked my dermatologist if it would be OK and he said it would. I practically punched the air I was so pleased. But the problem is, it wasn’t OK. I can’t prove that it was the dye, but my skin did seem to get a little bit worse after it was dyed. It was probably just in...

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