I kind of had to face a mammoth task today. One I’ve been avoiding for some time now…
But, it was unavoidable.
More than necessary.
Once again… I had to colour my own hair. 🤦♀️
My hair is LONG.
It is THICK.
And for the last month, it has definitely had regrowth that needed attending to.
But, there was a catch, an extra element of difficulty that meant it would be all the more harder.
The ends of my hair are a golden colour, much lighter than the roots.
They kind of gently fade as the eye travels down, and I love it, and I don’t wanna lose it… I didn’t wanna lose it, it’s the only thing that makes me look like I may have recently been to a hairdresser (I most definitely HAVEN’T).
Instead of just rubbing colour into all parts of my hair like in other lockdowns… I had to be careful, and really only focus on the roots.
You know you’ve progressed to a crucial part of a relationship, when you start to rely on the other for self-care. Sometimes this comes about because of ill health, a new child entering the family… or lockdown.
Like, the amount of times I’ve cut his hair… I just can’t handle it, it is SOOOO stressful!
But I claimed my credit back tonight.
I got him to help me out. We were both there in the bathroom – actually baby girl was too, supervising and providing entertainment and all – and he was helping me get to all those back of scalp places that makes it all too hard with long, wavy, thicker and wider and crazier than a Lion’s mane type hair.
Thank God we got each other for these things. 🙏