Backwards In High Heels

Purple Reign

Up until now I've been dying my hair with Fudge paintbox and always been pleased with the result. It is a little more expensive but contains no peroxide. It gives a fantastic vibrant colour but can be messy to do, stain and does fade so needs to be kept on top of. Not being permanent it always gave me that feeling of *out*.

Since being ill though I've realised I shan't be going back to blonde in the near the future (well not hair wise, temperament wise I will always be blonde!). So I took the decision to go permanent with a darker colour as it's one less thing to think about when my days are prone to being haphazard.

I've tried Schwartzkopf's XL Live, Cyber Purple, and have to say I am really impressed. Even with long hair I found one application enough. I *heart* the colour, it's waterproof and doesn't stain the collars of all my tops. Will be interesting to see how the colour stays. Dare I say it's the most grown up of the colours I've had, some people may actually mistake me for one those adults you hear about.

Changing my hair colour over a year ago totally changed my personality. I feel fierier, more confident, more like the me I want to be. If you don't want to dye you hair, get your hands on a wig of a totally different colour and go out and see what I mean - it's quite bizarre!

Hugs

Go and hug someone you love. Now. Or if you can't physically get to them to hug, send them a hug by email or text or on facebook or draw it on a piece of paper and send it snail mail.

There is not enough hugging in the world. Here endeth my lecture for today.

One Of Those Happy Days

And smile. Today has been one of those days that has just handed me enough to make me smile and feel I can take on anything.

A tenner on the lottery last night, some lovely emails from friends and then off to the hospital for renal clinic which turned out to be very positive with yet another lovely doctor. The kidney function is within waving distance of normal, and the treatment is working. We have a plan of action - which means mega steroids for a couple of months more and then low doses to keep me in remission for perhaps up to five years. Nothing I can't handle, certainly with the wonderful support I get, and much better a scenario than it could have been.

A yummy lunch, chancing on a sale stall (and some Christmas shopping, yes I said Christmas shopping!), back home to more lovely messages from friends and family. A harvest from my veg planter of one courgette. A chocolate cupcake. Newly dyed purple hair. Wearing make up for the first time in months. Seeing my name on the shortlist on the Foyles Summer Scream competition webpage.

Smile.