Those are not words that you really want to hear from your hairdresser while she's rinsing your hair.
I heard them this morning.
After OH SHIT – came – Thats not good.
When my friendly home hairdresser arrived she had a plan. It involved more bleach than usual to blend in those grey roots and get rid of those last few pesky black bits underneath. She had done it on a friend over the weekend and it had been a big success.
Unlike the hairdressing salon where they keep you well away from all mirrors until they tone down any problems, she took me straight to the bathroom mirror to view the full glory of my new white and yellow hair.
So it was back to the chair to put some colour back into it and a few dark foils for good measure and some ash on the ends to round things off.
I said – I'm not going to end up like a tortoise shell cat am I? and – My hair isn't going to fall out is it?
But it all ended up ok, with just a slightly tender scalp. And the blonding process is back on track. And she said she knows now that I could go REALLY blonde if I wanted to.
I think I'll put a treatment in it and leave it alone for a few days.