No, not anger. I actually have nothing to rant about ("WHAT!!??" I hear you cry).
Shocker - but truth.
This is a post about my hair. And its recent colour change. I started to think about it after reading Ivy Black Chat's post about what to do with her own locks and it started me thinking on mine. And for me there is only ever one option when it comes to a bottle of dye, plastic gloves and a pack of baby wipes.
So. I hit Superdrug and came back with one of their own brand permanent colours.
Its called "Hot Red" and cost me a whopping £2.49, which probably means that they are set to discontinue it soon. BOO. Whilst it did not go the colour on the box (which I am quite thankful for) it did go red. As in you can see it from a distance red. In fact - the red I have been dreaming of having a head of since I saw a girl with the same colour in Lyme Regis about 6 years ago.
Now - for some reason any pictures of it do not do it justice. In fact it looks distinctly ginge round the edges. But, think Rose from Titanic all over and you are somewhere close. When I walked into work this morning people commented. In a good way. Which pleased me immensely.
But what pleased me more, and something I was a little worried about was whether or not it would clash with my staple red lipstick. I usually wear a cheapy, but long lasting and non chapping lippy from Asda. I am a busy girl and have to grab what I can when I can. And if that happens to be a huge supermarket chain then, regrettably, so be it. However, on reading various posts around blog land on different war paints, I decided to branch out. Not too far though. The shade I am wearing here is called "Showbiz" (which automatically makes me want to do jazz hands for some reason) and is 17's Lasting Finish at Boots. It is nicely shaped (tilted to make me feel like a grown up!) and goes on smoothly. It can be a little dry though - but does last all day.
Anyway - being in a autumnal type of mood and with glorious chilly sunny walking weather awaiting me and my russet barnet I headed off to enjoy the delights of a local beauty spot, Headly Heath. Me and The Beard go walking there quite a lot, avoiding the cows that always seem to be overly interested in me. The must be able to smell my fear. Horses I can handle. Cows I prefer on a plate, medium rare.
Strolling along feeling very "at one", I noticed a couple up ahead taking photos. Of me. Granted, I do not look like your average Rambler - but an ask would have been nice. They disappeared so I never got to ask them about it. Maybe they thought they had seen a time traveller?
*Jacket & skirt via charity shop rummage*
*Jumper & Brogues via Primark*
With Memphis the-I'm-all-better-now-thanks-to-the-£120-trip-to-the-vets pushka a sleeping on the bed and a holiday at the end of the week (Hay-on-Wye won't know what's hit it - neither will my savings!) posts shall be on the light side this week and next.
I am nearly at 30 followers which not only blows my mind, but is more than deserving of a give away. As is tradition of blogging type persons. Once it hits the big 3-0 I shall post one.
I shall snaffle something suitable in Hay I am sure.
Hope you all had a splendid weekend? Thanks for popping over to see me!