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Going back to my roots – Yes the grey ones!

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For a while there I had forgotten why I started this blog and got stuck in an Instagram world of fashion and followers and that really wasn’t why I decided to lay my thoughts out on the internet. So I am going back to my roots, yes the grey ones!

I originally started the blog as I really hadn’t come to terms with going grey, I couldn’t colour my hair due the severe allergies (see previous post’s) and this blog was going to be all about me going grey and living with it. Whilst setting up the blog, I set up an Instagram account too, followed some Silver haired beauties and then started following more influencers with all their fashion and style advice and some how got caught in a trap of wanting to be like them and get more followers.

A friend asked me “what does that mean more followers”? And they were right, this wasn’t about the followers, this was about me, my pixel of the internet. As I tell others, be true to yourself and your tribe will follow anyway.

Whilst I was in Instagram mode my hairdressers found a greyt hair colour/dye (Elumen hair dye, will do a post on that soon) that I am not allergic too and have now used it for the past 7 months and I blinking love it. But it did stop me from writing about going grey, as I have deferred it (for a while, well 6 weeks at a time).

So I am heading back to those grey roots because they are there, whether I hide them or not.

But, Can I keep my socks on?

I recently went for my health check, annual asthma check and smear test all in one go with the surgery nurse. I don’t believe in doing things by halves.

On arrival the nurse asked me what I wanted to do first, I said “Lets get the worst job done first” (I have been reading a lot of time management books recently and this is what they tell you to do, do the worst job first). So she said “Pop your trousers and Knickers off and lay on the bed”.

I said “Ok. But, can I keep my socks on, as it is pretty cold in here?” She laughed and said you are funny. I love being told I am funny, so took the compliment graciously whilst naked from the bottom down (but still with socks on) and jumped on the bed.

I have this habit where I like to make people feel at ease, even when there is no need for me to do so. Like making jokes when you are about to have your smear test done and  trying to make the nurse at ease, when she probably sees 10 badgers a day. (When I say badgers I mean, your lady garden.)

She then pointed to a piece of tissue and told me to cover my badger (she didn’t say badger but you know what I mean) I said “You are lucky I trimmed for you, otherwise we would have needed a bigger tissue”.

All in all I think it went quite well.

#smearforsmear

Not for the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin…

Who knew when I read that line aged 6 that is was ever going to relate to me! Know aged 41 nearly 42 it does. Eurghh. No one told me when I was merrily plucking away at my mono brow aged 17 that they wouldn’t grow back in later life and just start to fade away even if you don’t pluck them anymore but yet I would get a bucket load of hairs on my chin.