In a little while I'll finally go the hairdresser and have an intense 'cover the grey' session. I've been doing it for a few years now and I can't stop. I could try doing it myself but a) the choice of colours and brands and methods is totally overwhelming and b) I know I'd make a total mess of it and will probably end up having to replace the whole bathroom afterwords. I can still recall my friends' not so brilliant success with Henna (although actually, 'brilliant' was the right word here)... and yes it was the 80s but still enough to put anybody off for life.
I have to thank my mother for not allowing me to walk around with a totally unnatural red head... although she did allow me to use chamomile on my hair to encourage natural blond highlights (when you grow up in Italy 'blond' is the holy grail of hair, trust me) but I must have overdone it because to this day I can't bear even the smell of the stuff.
(wasn't allowed to use 'Sun-in' spray either. I think that was basically bleach, right?)
Anyway, in three hours time my hair will be a gorgeous natural fake brown. You know what I mean.
Which brings me to my confession of the day: my monthly subscrition to 'Glossy Box'. The name is slightly (a lot) cringeable... but when it lands on my doorstop I feel like a five year old in a sweet shop.
For the cost of a few cups of coffee (which you can get free in Waitress anyway) you have a little selection of make up and skin care to play with. Some of the products are full size, some are sample size, and if you're like me and like to change things all the time... then this is bliss.
I don't like everything in every box, but I have discovered a few gems and above all it's fun!
That little tub of cream it's fabulous, the nail vanish will be applied tonight, a black eyeliner is always useful and bath sachet will make a nice treat. I might even dare the red lip crayon when I go to a party on Friday night... why not, right?
(This is not a sponsored post, by the way!)